SpillWords

A quiet, rain-soaked meditation where music, memory, and nature blur into a dreamlike escape. @elramey #poetry #music #nature spillwords.com/music-in-the-n…

A striking blend of found poetry and original art, uncovering something deeper beneath the surface. @art_rat #SpillWords #art #micropoetry spillwords.com/the-root/

A haunting archive of what could have been, where abandoned dreams flicker between loss and possibility. @AuthorGloriaOgo #poetry #futures #SpillWords spillwords.com/museum-of-exti…

Where jazz becomes memory, healing, and a bridge between love, loss, and something eternal. @SistersRocNRhym #jazz #poetry #SpillWords spillwords.com/a-supreme-sela…

A quiet surrender to purpose, where doubt softens into trust and faith reshapes the heart. @Ifeanyi_sibling #poetry #faith #SpillWords spillwords.com/the-clay-and-i…

A tender tribute where remembrance goes beyond rest, honoring the light, beauty, and spirit that lives on through art and memory. @rahmati_pegah #poetry #tribute #SpillWords spillwords.com/rip-is-never-e…

A haunting blend of memory, music, and what-ifs—where lost love lingers like a track you never stopped replaying. @Madmax69425310 #flashfiction #nostalgia #SpillWords spillwords.com/the-extended-r…

@Spill_Words I'm very pleased to see my 15 line #poem Slate Skies at Spillwords.com, many thanks to chief editor Dagmara K. Written in the form of a #tanka sequence but also a coherent narrative written during the experience on the Pembrokeshire coast in Wales. #Tankathursday

Funeral of Self written by: Astghik Nadiryan Today I am grieving. I am grieving the life long gone and the life once imagined. I am grieving the love I believed I spillwords.com/funeral-of-sel…

Bouleversant Masquerade written by: Gerry Stefanson which facade today which adornment to don to play many to choose from, a planned retreat many more to create, spillwords.com/masquerade-by-…

I Think I Know written by: Dickson Shreffler Why old people die Giving up is easy Staying alive is... not I'm just tired... I can't see... Like I once did I can't spillwords.com/i-think-i-know…

Native America written by: Robin McNamara I have obligation to let you speak the Mojave language. Lie down heart with no history- history begin with Washington - spillwords.com/native-america…

Reckoning written by: Neha Y. Poojary Life was hard, When I was young. Lost a gem of a person, And it struck me hard. Time flew by, Surroundings changed. My spillwords.com/reckoning/?utm…

The Wrong Pizza Place written by: Anna Kiddy It’s late February, but the afternoon has forgotten that. It’s warm. The air is soft and tender. The light lingers spillwords.com/the-wrong-pizz…

I Was Just a Girl written by: Tracy Lord   For My Mum who lost her fight to cancer — 15 July 1986 From your daughter, who still misses your light I was just a spillwords.com/i-was-just-a-g…

Flip the Card written by: Phyllis Souza This New Year signifies endings as the familiar fades away: breath, sound, sight, taste, sleep. When midnight strikes, time spillwords.com/flip-the-card/…

Old Oaks written by: Christine Piatek Concentric circles invisible until your demise, natural or by human hands reveals age and perfect symmetry, the roundness of spillwords.com/old-oaks/?utm_…

Survive The Beast written by: Cocopops Stop it please, It's all too much Burdens heavy, Shackles strong Searching the sky, Air suffocating I cannot breathe, My chest spillwords.com/survive-the-be…

A quiet pause between rain and stillness, where simplicity, nature, and presence become enough. 🌧️ @MarkgZero #poetry #nature #SpillWords spillwords.com/slate-skies/