Word Thief

You will have to read my mind,
Find my thoughts behind the eyes…

The Butcher’s Best Friend

Sweet scent of smoke hung like a greyish sheet,
There in the shop at the end of the street…

Word Thief

You will have to read my mind,
Find my thoughts behind the eyes…

The Butcher’s Best Friend

Sweet scent of smoke hung like a greyish sheet,
There in the shop at the end of the street…

Silent Words, a poem written by Brad Osborne at Spillwords.com

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

Celer, Silens, Mortalis

I am a black spectre,
A swift and silent wraith,
Shadowless and unseen…

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.

Harley Reborn

♠️Rip It Up & Start Again♥️

D.C. Gilbert

Award-winning Author, Veteran

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.

Perception

A journey into the labyrinth of my sceptical mind.

Pete Springer

Passionate Teacher and Future Children's Author