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 Shadowed Hearth
The night returns yet you are never near I wander halls where silence chills the bone This lingering grief shall haunt me year by year
By Tim Carmichaelabout a year ago in Poets
Breakup: Not Failure, But Meaning
A breakup isn't a failure; for most, it's the inevitable outcome after trying. Every breakup isn't an accident. The signs were there all along.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Falling From My Throne
Falling From My Throne I built my throne. Stone by stone. Pride on pride. From there I ruled. Or thought I did. it was hard to do
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Old Friends
Renewed connections With old friends from long ago Like leaves changing shades
By Judah LoVatoabout a year ago in Poets
Who scheduled this war?
ICE van sits on the corner waiting for your children waiting for your parents waiting for your friends Got your green card?
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTYabout a year ago in Poets
Silver Hair Does Not Mean You Are Too Old
Silver Hair Does Not Mean You Are Too Old Silver hair. Not the end. fIt is a crown. A jewel of battles. Proof you lived.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Silver Moon Shining On A Beautiful Sea
Silver Moon Shining On A Beautiful Sea The silver moon rises. Soft and slow. It spills on water. It strokes the night. The waves return.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Every Teardrop Cry’s in Vain
Every Teardrop Cry’s in Vain Every teardrop cry’s in vain, they scatter into dust. The earth absorbs them quickly, and never gives reply.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Poetry is ruining this website
For the sake of Vocal.media and the writers who want to do more than the minimum, please remove the Poetry category. I'm not suggesting this with fancy poetic devices, a metaphor, allusions, or an unnecessary allegory.
By Shanon Angermeyer Normanabout a year ago in Poets
Bloody MacKenzie’s Tomb
In Mackenzie’s tomb A man in darkness, lifts light Crowded by corpses Inspired by the tomb of George “Bloody” Mackenzie, who designed history first Concentration Camp, the Covenents Pridon in Greyfriars, Edinburgh.
By Natasja Roseabout a year ago in Poets
Beauty
Unity of men Tears that smell like gasoline Twisted beauty queens
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
The Fallen Star
The Fallen Star I saw a star fall behind the hills, it cracked the night with silver light, its edges bent like old promises,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets