fact or fiction
Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about what makes a good poem and the poetry rules that were made to be broken.
JO WAS MY BEST FRIEND
Everybody loved us (Jo and I) At all the bars we Use to tour. Jo was my best friend And we never did argue too much.
Neil HeddingsPublished 4 years ago in PoetsLittle Girl Blue
She's sitting on the sidewalk, just another pretty face But, inside she's lost and lonely, even in this crowded place She has tried out every corner, kept her time with all the boys
Letter to the Queen
My Beloved Queen, I shall not even think to write this, though I know I must. As the feeling of death is thrusted upon me, consuming my flesh
Megan twinePublished 4 years ago in PoetsYesteryears
Memories crashing in. Blending together with what was and what is still to come. Wanting, yearning for a life that never was. Seeing it in my minds eye, maybe from the past or just not here.
Lee NaylorPublished 4 years ago in PoetsThe Call
**The call Got a strange text from a number I didn’t know ::Call me, it’s been a minute just want to touch base:: I got so nervous thinking it’s some random negro
Hanging Rock
Three Private school girls went missing at Hanging Rock In 1900 An eerie tragic event Enjoying a planned picnic No one knew what was about to impend
Janelle barkerPublished 4 years ago in PoetsLove From Afar
Please tell me that I'm safe? That I'm not insane? For my mind is filled with visions of confusion an image of candle flames burning bright
Alixzandra WisemanPublished 4 years ago in PoetsWorking From Home
8am The tower’s tall today. Pieces of information lay Ready, to be digested. 10am I’ve plodded along the pile. My mind’s inhaled every word, every file
Priyanka ChandiPublished 4 years ago in PoetsMusic of Colors
It was a simple day, just like any other day. But as the sun went towards the horizon to set, soft clouds began to show up around the sun. Then the magic happened. All the clouds became glorious with the golden rays of the setting sun.
Mallika DharPublished 4 years ago in PoetsInterrogation
I look at the ground, at the sky, at the back of my reddened eyelids. Anywhere but in your eyes. Your accusation hangs in the air like a sharpened sword between us,
Deb SimmondsPublished 4 years ago in PoetsGravity
Everything is up and down, like a triumphant FUCK YOU to Gravity. Tall metal, steel atoms, neatly arranged, projectiles into air, winged electrons scurrying thermodynamically, the magic of magnetism. Royally inconsequential, when you really think about it.
MINDSOCKETPublished 4 years ago in PoetsPhar Lap
Champion thoroughbred racehorse No one knew this at the start, of course. In the Great Depression in 1930’s People needed hope and a HERO
Janelle barkerPublished 4 years ago in Poets