All That I Live For
/The world we live …
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He’s the beauty of a starlit evening,
And the mystery of the sea.
He’s the music of a newborn…
By Linda Troxell
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Few to no spelling errors.
The work should be coherent.
We keep the rules pretty lenient because we accept poetry among other freer formed writing styles and formats. You can find more details on our Submission Guidelines.
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The world we live …
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He’s the beauty of a starlit evening,
And the mystery of the sea.
He’s the music of a newborn…
By Linda Troxell
Read MoreMark Irvine stared at the ceiling in the darkness of his bedroom. He shook his head. Why wouldn’t the words come to him? They always had in the past, and the writer had assumed they always would. But over the past eighteen…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreLiam Brown headed home from another bad day at the office. The bus was forty minutes late and crammed with unhappy commuters. Grumbling under his breath, he showed the driver his monthly ticket and pushed his way …
By Chris Platt
Read MoreDS Paul Cole took a sip of tea and stared at the information taped to the white boards. There were images from the crime scene and a recent photo of the deceased. Martin Ellroy was thirty-seven years old. He was a well-known author …
By Chris Platt
Read MoreAn earlier version of this …
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Alkali sands shine white hot under a blazing azure sky
Your eyes tear to stare even a moment into the vastness
On the far horizon a speck …
By Mike Turner
Read MoreWhen my wife Pauline suggested we spend our week’s holiday in Spain, I agreed straight away. Spain had always been special to me. I had been fascinated by the country since I was a child. My parents had taken me to Spain on holiday when I was …
By Chris Platt
Read MoreThe prompted theme of …
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Your time gets nearer, you can’t stay.
Your time slowly but certain fades away.
Pondering about your…
By Ronn Van Etten
Read MoreIt was early evening when Will joined his friend in the pub. While all his friends were gathering to watch the football on the big screen televisions, Will was more interested in the catch-up rather than the sport. He was there for …
By Chris Platt
Read MoreLisa had no idea how she got there. She sat up and took in her surroundings. She was bed, in a bedroom, with morning sunlight spilling in through the gaps in the curtains. A man in his thirties entered the …
By Chris Platt
Read MoreA metaphorical poem that …
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I lay passively on a seasoned ark,
Adrift the prosaic brine,
Restrained by the chains of …
By Aadityaamlan Panda
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.