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 Warrior’s Lament
The Warrior’s Lament Wound, bloody, yet darkening into daylight, only to open once more at night some heavy night, beneath soft metal gear.
By LUCCIAN LAYTHabout a year ago in Poets
Which Obstacles Will You Conquer Next?
Don't let temporary difficulties get you down. Everything will be fine. If you don't believe me, look back. Before you know it, you have already overcome so many challenges.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
The Haunted House haiku
The Haunted House haiku The most haunted house No one dares to cross its door Only death resides
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Colour Me In
Colour Me In The sky waits for my brush, grey clouds folding into my hands, I reach for red, blue, yellow, to drench the world in possibility.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Most Haunted Mansion
The Most Haunted Mansion The mansion stands, no birds fly there. Windows blind, doors forever shut. Ivy crawls like veins,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Tenebrous Night
I stare at the door Footsteps clomping down the hall Father picks the lock
By Aaron Morrisonabout a year ago in Poets
A Sonnet about light and dark
Are we separate, seeking dominance or connected, joined one to the other? Can the oppressor / oppressed circumstance have masters treat their slaves as a lover?
By Katherine D. Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
I Seen Him Under the Ice The Devil
I Seen Him Under the Ice The Devil The pond froze heavy, grey glass over the hollow. I walked alone, my breath showing.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Starlit Hearts
Beneath the velvet sky we lay, hands entwined, hearts unafraid, while the Milky Way spilled its light, a silver river across the night.
By Life Hopesabout a year ago in Poets
That’s Life in the Slums
That’s Life in the Slums Brick walls crack and sigh beneath the weight of grey skies, children kick dust, laughing through alleys of dripping gutters.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Robins
The Robins The robins sing at dawn, their throats open to the sky. I sit by the window, their song feels like prayer. Branches bend under them,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Is Your Goal Happiness, Not Him?
The most painful thing isn't the separation itself, but the heartlessness that follows. The most time-consuming and futile thing in the world is to endlessly wonder what the person who left you was thinking. What's the point of trying to figure out someone who can't bring you happiness?
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets