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.

Standing Naked In The Rain
Standing Naked In The Rain The sky broke open over me Cold water running through my hair I stood alone beneath the storm
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Hiding From You
Hiding From You I changed the roads I walked on Changed every place I knew Still somehow every shadow Reminds me too much of you
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Then, me
by Priscilla Kachipapa Phiri I felt a presence, Very heavy and intensely fixated on me. Far, far away from where I stood.
By Priscilla Kachipapa 5 months ago in Poets
Love Isn't Enough
It’s okay to be lovestruck, but never lose your mind. Someone who loves you deeply may not necessarily bring you happiness. Therefore, "happiness" and "being loved" are not directly related.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing5 months ago in Poets
Summer Holidays Schools Out
Summer Holidays Schools Out Summer holidays schools out Children running wild Freedom shining brightly In every laughing child
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
These Stories
Our troubles remain, but for a moment, shelter in this fantasy.
By Ophelia Keane Braeden6 months ago in Poets
Ashes to Dust
Ashes to Dust Ashes to dust they whisper As another candle dies Smoke curling toward heaven Like unanswered goodbyes The church bells keep on ringing
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Sun Is Getting Hotter
The Sun Is Getting Hotter The summers never feel the same The air hangs heavy, hard to breathe The earth looks tired beneath our feet
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Lovers, Not Just Relatives
Some people break up because they’ve been together for years and have "become like family." They claim the relationship feels mundane or that they’ve lost interest.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing6 months ago in Poets
We Make Jesus Weep By Our Actions
We Make Jesus Weep By Our Actions Children cry in broken houses Families sleep beneath despair While greed keeps building golden kingdoms
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
A Phone Call Was All It Took To Make The Psycho Mine
A Phone Call Was All It Took To Make The Psycho Mine The phone rang softly after ten, A voice I hadn’t heard since then, Low and smooth like winter rain,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
“The Light‑Weight Coffee Ballad”
This is a light weight video from Sweetie Bird. She had Mom, Vicki, me, turn off the news to have fun today. Taking a break. No Folgers for me, just light weight humor, and light weight coffee with no acid to burn through the atmosphere,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 6 months ago in Poets