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.

Too Late For Me Now
Too Late For Me Now I sat there in a thinking mode, bewildered, nothing exact came to mind, only one word, why? In fact I felt numb inside. You really hurt me.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Once a Street Girl
Once a Street Girl I learned early how to walk without looking back, How to keep my hands steady and my heart closed tight,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Blue Moonbeams Gathering
I create short mythic art films motion driven pieces where imagery, music, and story gather into small cinematic moments of meaning.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 6 months ago in Poets
What I Refused to See
What I Refused to See I called it love when it was something smaller, Something that asked less and took far more, I ignored the cracks that spread between us,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
What the Robin Knows
You took an early morning walk Upon the misty shores of Norfolk Pausing to skip flattened stones Making your daily request
By Mother Combs6 months ago in Poets
The Fortunate Aftermath
It is actually quite impressive. After the breakup, there was no rush to find someone new to flirt with, nor an immediate plunge into another relationship—no seamless transition to fill the void. Instead, there was a quiet, gradual return to life, a return to oneself.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing6 months ago in Poets
Okay With Not Being Okay
Okay With Not Being Okay There are days the smile sits slightly wrong, Like it borrowed strength it cannot prolong, Words come easy, light and bright,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
HOLY BURDENS TRUTH IS GRACE
The Mythic Intro (Worker of Pathways) Some creations come from effort. Others come from alignment. This one came through a doorway of color, sound, motion, breath, and asked to be witnessed.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 6 months ago in Poets
(The Trojans are coming)
This game of life has a new board on which we play. More advanced than monopoly or checkers. More applicable than artificial sweeteners.
By Lamar Wiggins6 months ago in Poets
trophetic. Content Warning.
through my teeth i say i am fine i tell myself it is not a lie not if i really want it to be true not if i need to believe it
By ⸘jason alan‽6 months ago in Poets
The Queue Beneath The Tree To Pee
The Queue Beneath The Tree To Pee They line up without a word being said, A quiet agreement, a path gently led, One by one in a patient line,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
No Need For Divorce
No Need For Divorce There is a line you do not cross with me, Not with the life I have built from the ground, Not with the children who carry my heart,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets