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.

Monkey in Red
Monkey in Red She walks the path, her heels click sharp. A bag of fire, swings from her arm. Her eyes are stern, her mouth is thin.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
After I Wrote This. Runner-Up in Masks We Wear Challenge.
As far back into the past as I dare remember I have always found myself trapped inside me — My brain my brain my brain my brain has locked me somewhere between woe
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Wounds
Terrifying wounds, Scratches gouged deep in skin, from Invisible claws.
By Liam Stormabout a year ago in Poets
Scratching Claw
A scratch getting close, The mauled claw grips a small wrist, Tearing into skin.
By Liam Stormabout a year ago in Poets
Shadows
The shadows lengthened, The jaws of death drew closer, The hunt had begun.
By Liam Stormabout a year ago in Poets
The Tragic Love Story of Qays and Layla
The Tragic Love Story of Qays and Layla True story Long ago, in the deserts of Arabia, in the tribe of Banu ‘Amir, two children were born: Qays ibn al-Mulawwah** and his cousin Layla al-‘Amiriyyah**. From the moment they could walk, they played together among the tents of their tribe, chasing each other across the sands, sharing laughter, and forming a bond that grew stronger with every passing year.
By America today about a year ago in Poets
The Murderous Thought
The Murderous Thought It creeps in dark, it bends the mind. It waits for night, it waits for still. It whispers low, it stirs the blood.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Lantern of Hollow Flame
The Lantern of Hollow Flame A lantern swings, in empty hands. Its flame is thin, yet never dies. It casts no warmth, it gives no light.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Do His Words Define Your Future?
It only took him a few seconds to say those few words, yet it has taken you so long to move on. Don't build your life around what he said. Don't let his casual words become an impenetrable wall that blocks your progress.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
The Stair to Heaven
The Stair to Heaven The stair is white, it climbs the air. It bends through clouds, it hums with fire. Each step is carved, with names of stone.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Mouth of Earth
The Mouth of Earth The soil splits, the ground is raw. A mouth appears, with teeth of stone. It yawns, it growls, it swallows deep.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Tried to Cook Dinner:
I set out to simmer a humble stew, A pinch of thyme, a dash of roux. I grabbed the cumin ... whoops, “Summon” spice? Must be a boutique blend at half the price.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriorabout a year ago in Poets