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 Pumpkin Lantern
The Pumpkin Lantern The air is sharp with autumn’s breath. Leaves rustle like restless bones, drifting across the quiet road.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Mask We Wear
The Mask We Wear I slip into silken disguise. It clings to the curve of night. The mask is a kiss on the mouth. A shadow that trembles with light.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Valley of Echoes. Content Warning.
I woke from velvet dreams to the sound of groceries arriving tiny gluten-free lasagna in hand, archive humming. Today’s post is a ceremonial suite: elders standing in witness, a Bohemian at the corporate threshold, and a barefoot Composer walking the cracked score toward the tribunal’s shadow. Each image is verse. Each caption has a spell.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
The Mask We Wear
The Mask We Wear A smile can be sharp as a blade. It gleams while the silence bleeds. The eyes may shine with laughter, But carry a storm that no one sees.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Keys That Open Darkened Doors
Keys That Open Darkened Doors The keys lie waiting. Metal without warmth. Silent in the hand. Heavy as fate. The doors are darkened.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Mask We Wear
The Mask We Wear The mask does not slip by chance. It waits, patient as stone. It carries the taste of secrets. It feeds on the marrow alone.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Chamber of Salt
The Chamber of Salt The walls are white, with endless grain. The air is dry, it burns the lungs. The floor is sharp, with crystal teeth.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Thing That You Love or That You Hate.
Play with the soil of the earth; it smells of anchovies. Earthworms, leaves, decayed matter oozes between one's fingers. __
By Kristine Milewskiabout a year ago in Poets
What Would That Look Like
Oh, for just once To release And reveal The realness of me And unmasking myself To finally be free With nothing to lose
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
The Stranger from the Stars
The Stranger from the Stars The sky splits wide, the light is green. A stranger falls, through fire and smoke. Its limbs are thin, its eyes are black.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
How can you know the world without knowing yourself?
Your worldview is the cumulative result of your experiences—the paths you've walked, the books you've read, and the people you've met. It's impossible to truly grasp the scale of the sky until you've climbed a mountain. A person's worldview is shaped by what they observe and what they hear.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
The Pain
If I do not change I only have myself to blame For I am who I am Because of the pain Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets