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.

Tears Before Bed Time
Tears Before Bed Time Night folds me in its hand, and the shadows grow longer. The day is finished now, but the ache does not rest.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Hummingbird
With your last breath You became more valuable in death than in life A land left in strife A robotic mourning wife Yet, in the haze of your final days
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Play the Sad Song Again
Play the Sad Song Again Play the sad song again, let it fill the empty air. The notes fall heavy slowly, like rain against the glass.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Years of Fabrication
Intricately carved or painted For ritual performance Over gauze swaddled face To display what I perceive is to be expected
By Aaron Morrisonabout a year ago in Poets
Riding Hood
saying left when you mean right blaming others when you wanna have a fight a wrong answer has you just confused there’s a reason why you’re now getting accused
By Lyrical Logicabout a year ago in Poets
Silent Invaders
They creep in when the world is quiet, slipping through cracks no eye can see. They do not shout. They do not warn. They sit behind my temples,
By Shehzad Anjumabout a year ago in Poets
Moving On From Unequal Love
I met someone who only wanted happiness, and what unfolded was an unequal relationship. The fact that it didn't work out was the best outcome.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Tell the Bad Man in My Room to Go
Tell the Bad Man in My Room to Go The walls are cold with silence, the window creaks at night. Tell the bad man in my room to go,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Sunny Side Up
Sunny Side Up The morning breaks in gold, light spills across the floor. The kettle hums its song, while bread begins to rise.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Only Cowards Hunt Wild Animals For Sport
Introduction I do find it appalling that so-called humans hunt animals and kill them in the most horrible ways for so-called sport. They are usually people with too much money and zero concern for wildlife that cannot defend itself.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Empathic Resistance and Survival. Content Warning.
Voiceover: Elegy for the Divided “I’ve been working. Editing. Stitching fragments into something that speaks. The clips jump on purpose. Because that’s how it feels right now.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
It’s The End Of The World As We Know It
pushed over the line beyond my comfort zone wrong place and wrong time and I wound up alone you see, when the world tips
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets