Posted by Brad Osborne on November 21, 2022 · 9 Comments
Twelve chimes ghostly bell,
Time points to the sky,
Without detection,
Quickly passes by…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on November 6, 2022 · 14 Comments
If I told you my dreams,
would you laugh at what they are?
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with aspirations, belief, dreams, hope, life, love, partner, poem, Poetry, relationships, rising, shared, sky, strict form poetry, sun
Posted by Brad Osborne on June 5, 2022 · 16 Comments
If I told you my dreams,
would you laugh at what they are?
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with aspirations, belief, dreams, hope, life, love, partner, poem, Poetry, relationships, rising, shared, sky, strict form poetry, sun
Posted by Brad Osborne on December 6, 2021 · 9 Comments
Twelve chimes ghostly bell,
Time points to the sky,
Without detection,
Quickly passes by…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with black, dark, darkness, ebony, evil, fate, light, midnight, night, poem, Poetry, reflection, sky, strict form poetry, time
Posted by Brad Osborne on November 21, 2021 · 24 Comments
If I told you my dreams,
would you laugh at what they are?
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with aspirations, belief, dreams, hope, life, love, partner, poem, Poetry, relationships, rising, shared, sky, strict form poetry, sun
Posted by Brad Osborne on December 6, 2020 · 19 Comments
Twelve chimes ghostly bell,
Time points to the sky,
Without detection,
Quickly passes by…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with black, dark, darkness, ebony, evil, fate, light, midnight, night, poem, Poetry, reflection, sky, strict form poetry, time
Posted by Brad Osborne on November 25, 2020 · 14 Comments
If I told you my dreams,
would you laugh at what they are?
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with aspirations, belief, dreams, hope, life, love, partner, poem, Poetry, relationships, rising, shared, sky, strict form poetry, sun
Posted by Brad Osborne on March 29, 2020 · 26 Comments
There is no mystery in why you look to the sky,
When you wonder who exactly you are…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with being, celestial, chance, global, heavens, human life, humanity, life, poem, Poetry, sky, stardust, stars, strict form poetry, universal
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