The Early Bird

It is a sad little song,
Warbled in the dawn…

Gettysburg, a poem written by Brad Osborne at Spillwords.com

I see their ghosts in morning mist,
That washes across battlefield…

Next Moments

Strength comes in the spirit knowing,
Even as the world turns to ashen gray,
And our joys seem so yesterday…

In the Hush

The dawn whispers good morning,
Peeking above the mountain covers…

Silohouette

You would lift the weight,
From shoulders, if you could…

Early Riser

Dawn draws nigh,
As time goes by,
And I am left here wanting…

Sunday Morning

I can smell your coffee,
As morning light dapples your hair…

Good Morning, Starshine

The dawn sun cracks the horizon,
Whispers words to wake the world…

The Early Bird

It is a sad little song,
Warbled in the dawn…

Night

We speak ill of the night,
Equate it with the dark,
As lacking any light,
Devoid of any spark.

Suicide Squeeze

Often Misunderstood

A Struggling Author

My Journey with You

The Poetorium at Starlite

An Open Mic & Poetry Show

Sabrina Escorcio

Poetry and Prose

BLOSSOM READS

Cherish every moment

Rtistic

I speak my heart out.

Harley Reborn

♠️Rip It Up & Start Again♥️

UnderthePhilosotree

Connecting philosophy to the world around us

PoeticBelle by Srishti Mundhra

Dichotomy | Contrast | Life

D.C. Gilbert

Award-winning Author

Finding Life

Scribbled pieces of life