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.

Flannel with Faith

Embracing imperfection with faith, flannel, & fresh air

JaZzArt en València

Faith saved us from the savages that we were, losing faith makes us savages again

Suicide Squeeze

Often Misunderstood

The Poetorium at Starlite

An Open Mic & Poetry Show

Rtistic

I speak my heart out.

Rum and Robots

We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive

I didn't have my glasses on....

A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.

Pete Springer

Passionate Teacher and Future Children's Author

saania2806.wordpress.com/

Philosophy is all about being curious, asking basic questions. And it can be fun!

Poetry collection

Work by Rain Alchemist

Paul's Poetry Playground

It's Time to Play...