Posted by Brad Osborne on May 2, 2023 · 14 Comments
If amidst the dry and sandy sea,
They could sit right across from me,
Would we still kill one another,
Or would we have seen a brother.
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with brotherhood, conflict, desert, finding peace, human nature, humanity, mankind, poem, Poetry, sand, strict form poetry, strife, tears, unity, war
Posted by Brad Osborne on February 18, 2023 · 10 Comments
Leave me alone,
To make peace with the past,
To quiet the ghosts…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with alone, burden, evil, finding peace, fire, ghost, haunted, history, mental health, pain, past, peace, poem, Poetry, solitude
Posted by Brad Osborne on June 23, 2022 · 20 Comments
If amidst the dry and sandy sea,
They could sit right across from me,
Would we still kill one another,
Or would we have seen a brother.
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with brotherhood, conflict, desert, finding peace, human nature, humanity, mankind, poem, Poetry, sand, strict form poetry, strife, tears, unity, war
Posted by Brad Osborne on March 26, 2022 · 34 Comments
Leave me alone,
To make peace with the past,
To quiet the ghosts…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with alone, burden, evil, finding peace, fire, ghost, haunted, history, mental health, pain, past, peace, poem, Poetry, solitude
Posted by Brad Osborne on April 17, 2021 · 13 Comments
Leave me alone,
To make peace with the past,
To quiet the ghosts…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with alone, burden, evil, finding peace, fire, ghost, haunted, history, mental health, pain, past, peace, poem, Poetry, solitude
Posted by Brad Osborne on December 31, 2019 · 17 Comments
If amidst the dry and sandy sea,
They could sit right across from me,
Would we still kill one another,
Or would we have seen a brother.
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with brotherhood, conflict, desert, finding peace, human nature, humanity, mankind, poem, Poetry, sand, strict form poetry, strife, tears, unity, war
Posted by Brad Osborne on November 27, 2019 · 10 Comments
The things you said hang from my rearview mirror,
And I hear them every time I look behind me,
Seeing the past all a little bit clearer,
The haunting making it harder to find me.
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with falling in love, falling out of love, finding peace, healing, hope, letting go, love, memories, painful, passing of time, relationships, reminders, tethered, time
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