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.

Marrying Life and Death
Foul mouthed grave bride, Peppered rum giftee spitting Yes, "I do", Voodoo ..... Author's Note: This haiku is based on Maman Brigitte, one of the most important loas, known for her association with death and cemeteries. Brigitte is the only loa depicted as white and is believed to have come from Ireland not Africa.
By Marilyn Gloverabout a year ago in Poets
Is the end of a relationship a failure or a lesson?
I still thank him. Although it's regrettable that it didn't work out, he was there with me through my most precious years. Not every failure is a betrayal. As long as we've tried our best, we can finally embrace and acknowledge that we're not compatible. Every unsuccessful effort is a valuable lesson.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
When the ocean drowns the earth
When the ocean drowns the earth When the ocean drowns the earth When the ocean drowns the earth, poison clouds take our air
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Bury me under the weeping willow
Bury me under the weeping willow Bury me here, under the willow, where roots twist, where shadows fall, where the wind carries,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The green-eyed dog
The Green Eyed dog Don’t go near the green-eyed dog, its eyes are like two orbs, gleaming in the night, with secrets untold,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Real Me
Who is the real me? Sometimes, I am as sweet as can be, With a smile at the ready. I'll share an anecdote and a few laughs with co-workers.
By Julie Lacksonenabout a year ago in Poets
Are same sex couples more possessive
Are same sex couples more possessive When love is tested do we hold tighter, do we kiss longer, do we guard harder. The world still watches,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
You’re Eye’s Excite Me
You’re Eye’s Excite Me Your eyes hold me, not cruel but burning. They pull me into fire, I can not escape. They flash with secrets,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Make My Future Look Bright
Make My Future Look Bright I open my hands to the morning, sunlight spilling over my fingers, I want the world to see me,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Before the Fall
Well before the fall we fell. Lost to nature's wrath, human indifference.
By Cathy holmesabout a year ago in Poets
Falling From Grace
Falling From Grace Once I stood. In light. Chosen. Crowned. But grace slips. It falls. It breaks. I reached too far.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Egyptian Lovers
Egyptian Lovers They met by the Nile, water flowing like a secret hands brushing over the reeds, eyes catching sun and shadow.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets