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.

You Will Never Leave Me Alive
You Will Never Leave Me Alive You will never leave me alive He whispered through his teeth His eyes were full of madness
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 13 days ago in Poets
Listen to Me, Not Him
Listen to Me, Not Him Listen to me not him He doesn't know your mind His words are full of poison His heart is never kind
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 13 days ago in Poets
Winter in Hell
Winter in Hell The winter came without snow No frost upon the ground Just darkness in her bedroom And fear without a sound
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 13 days ago in Poets
The Language of the Shadow
The Language of the Shadow What’s the language of the shadow? Do they even speak? Do they just scare the lost and lone away? They have a blooming cheek.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 13 days ago in Poets
The Tides of Passion
The Tides of Passion The tides of passion rising Between your skin and mine Your lips become my weakness Your body tastes like wine
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 13 days ago in Poets
October - A becoming
O n the threshold of change, I pause and breathe, C ollecting memories like colours on autumn leaves. T ime awaits patiently of all what I have yet to be, O ld hopes awaken, setting something free. B eneath the fading light, new paths appear, E ach ending holds a beginning drawing near. R enewed by the seasons, I welcome what is here. October 2026
By Susan Fourtané 13 days ago in Poets
The Museum of Forgotten People
The Museum of Forgotten People I wandered through a museum, Where forgotten people stay, Their faces hung in picture frames, Their memories locked away.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 13 days ago in Poets
I will never forget
I will never forget that day that had me want to lose it all That day that had me remembering that doll It was so sudden that I could no longer pay attention
By Jamie Quintuna14 days ago in Poets
Don’t Point the Fingers of Time at Me
Don’t Point the Fingers of Time at Me Don’t point the fingers of time at me, I really don’t want to know, There’s nothing you could tell me now Of the things from long ago.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 14 days ago in Poets
Forever Never Lasts
Forever Never Lasts Dark, haunting, heartbreak and the death of eternity Forever was a pretty lie, We whispered underneath the sky,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 14 days ago in Poets
The Anatomy
The Anatomy I woke to find my feelings gone, Somewhere between the dusk and dawn, My laughter hung upon a nail, My sorrow floated, thin and pale.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 14 days ago in Poets
Break Down the Walls
Break Down the Walls Dark, trapped, desperate and defiant These walls are built of silent screams, Of broken hopes and murdered dreams,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 14 days ago in Poets