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

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

Look Hard

We are not what we were,
But we are what we teach…

First Edition

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

About A Million Times

Carrying the scent of next,
Old flames prefaced by “ex”…

Leave Me Alone

Leave me alone,
To make peace with the past,
To quiet the ghosts…

Construct of Time

We are but a speck of ink,
On a billion pages of history…

World on a Shelf

There, in long orderly rows,
The entire world lain bare…

Tapestry

Threadbare the twisted secrets,
Faded in the sun of history,
Old cloth stitched in long days…

When Darkness Falls

It is like drowning in the night,
Ebony shades pulled against right…

Pontificate

You speak from your throne,
A perfect and practiced tone…

A Struggling Author

My Journey with You

MasticadoresUsa

Editora: Gabriela Marie Milton / Director j re crivello

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. Veteran. Patriot. Martial Artist.

Finding Life

Scribbled pieces of life

Rum and Robots

We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive