If My Despair Can...
/If my despair can sink ships like a storm,
and my shores are consumed by tidal gloom,
like apples spoiled by a devouring worm,
where rot and mind's decay lead …
By Ngoc Nguyen
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If my despair can sink ships like a storm,
and my shores are consumed by tidal gloom,
like apples spoiled by a devouring worm,
where rot and mind's decay lead …
By Ngoc Nguyen
Read MoreYour stunning beauty, which intensely burns,
warms all of earth's creatures and provides hope;
your glow emits from you by natural turns,
and your rays of life have fresh…
By Ngoc Nguyen
Read MoreMy dear, like the fragrant bloom, thou art health
and beauty to my soul, and blood to my
veins which bring to body a bountiful wealth
of life which tearful eyes in joy…
By Ngoc Nguyen
Read MoreIn the summer of 2025, for one magical moment, it felt as though we were back in the 1990s. In my mind, I was no longer in my mid-forties; with a beer-gut, a mortgage and an office job I hated, I was a skinny teenage student once more. For one night only, we could…
By Chris Platt
Read More…arrived at the pub just before seven o’clock. He scanned the bar, which was rather quiet as it was a mid-week night, and there was no quiz or football on TV to bring in the crowds. There was no sign of his friend Dean. His friend still might turn up…
By Chris Platt
Read More… paced up and down the small back-stage area at the book shop. It wasn’t every day you did a book-signing for your debut novel. She actually couldn’t believe this was finally happening. The writing process was long…
By Chris Platt
Read More…. hand unites us? Rare Chance knows!
Though like spring you are young, we have this time:
in fellowship, we commune in your prime.
Before long, all your hardships…
By Ngoc Nguyen
Read MoreThis poem is the poet's ...
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...and bard, I love thee, Rose:
the one for whom I pen this song
that trills a note which ...
By Ngoc Nguyen
Read MoreA poem of tribute, love, and appreciation for Rose…
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…let me say, and say it well.
In the past, you once wore a mask,
a face of what I could not…
By Ngoc Nguyen
Read MoreFriendships come and go…
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…day you packed and went away,
I thought I'd lost a friend.
That the closeness and the love…
By Linda Troxell
Read MoreGrey Thoughts is a place for a multitude of creators in numerous different mediums to display their creative projects for the world to see.