Woman

To the pretty girls, running slow,
Who let us steal playground kisses…

Noted Envy

I have always envied musician’s gift,
As their melodies and harmonies lift…

In a Flash

And we then, well-reminded,
To our future we are blinded…

First Edition

Yea, the many hands that held,
The songs, sonnets, and psalms…

A Sister’s Hug

Distance is only space,
And I am never letting go…

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

Spillwords.com presents: Mommy, a poem written by Brad Osborne.

The Fisherman

He had watched his father work the seas his whole life and wanted nothing more than to be a great fisherman in kind.

You Are…

A shadow in the dark,
A fire without spark…

Woman

To the pretty girls, running slow,
Who let us steal playground kisses…

A Year of Ink

“The gift of words, holds within it every possibility. Boundless permutations of human thought, emotion, and expression. It is like the universe wrapped with a bow. And, how do you thank someone for that?”

JaZzArt en València

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

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