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.
The Gentleman and the Actress
See the calling of the gentleman, I think he's angry at the gentlemen. He finds it hard to see the tiger, Overshadowed by the smart schweiger.
Hilary MuiruriPublished about an hour ago in PoetsLifelong Learner
I've been learning * to keep my feelings to myself * He taught me that better than anyone else * Most people walk
Sarah JanePublished 3 days ago in Poets
Whoever heeds correction.
A constant attempt, a failed try, a readjustment of ones approach, To forge in fire, your greatest desire, above all scorn and reproach,
Jordan ZunigaPublished 3 days ago in PoetsShort Lived Lover
I gave you a chance to let yourself be free * I gave you a space to share your truth with me * I gave you my bare
Sarah JanePublished 4 days ago in Poets
A Love Story
Let Let me tell you this...Gods love lives forever in me, flowing freely, touching every molecule in me Let me tell you this...Gods love lives forever in me, flowing freely, touching every molecule in me
Keturah WrightPublished 4 days ago in PoetsThe Secret
Cocoa silk skin Pressed against my hips You feel so good It feels like a sin * It was unexpected Thought I was just going
Sarah JanePublished 5 days ago in PoetsI of the Garden
I am God’s poet Life’s love language expresses Light from the dark Revealing beauty God moving through us Turns water into wine
Anita DillonPublished 5 days ago in PoetsThe Last Supper
And sometimes it’s not even love It’s infatuation, the love and nurture you bring to the table They’re filled while you’re left to hope for your meal
Fabiola CherubinPublished 7 days ago in Poets
Blue
Blue eyes cried * He looked at me and smiled * "Tus ojos." "Son tan bellamente azules." "Lo siento pero no puedo apartar la mirada."
Sarah JanePublished 8 days ago in PoetsGrowing Up
I was the kid who danced ballet in a pink leotard and played in the mud in the front yard * I was the kid making inventions
Sarah JanePublished 9 days ago in PoetsThe World
Dressed in luxury She invites us steadily How attractive she is Her affect contagious With her devious ornaments She lures humanity
Crossed the Line
Black eyes, looking like butterflies. Fielding lies that ruin lives, Each stride divides, Knives piercing into all sides,
Kinda CarePublished 9 days ago in Poets
