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.

Love: Cherish, Don't Regret
There's no such thing as regret in love, only cherishing it or not cherishing it. Those who don't know how to cherish you have no regrets at all. There are no missed opportunities in love, only missed opportunities in general.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Dark the Eyes at Midnight
Dark the Eyes at Midnight Dark the eyes that watch at midnight, silent as the river’s pull. Fixed upon the drifting world,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Owl Who Lives in My Tree
The Owl Who Lives in My Tree The owl who lives in my tree watches the moon wake up slow his eyes are two bright lanterns
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
DENIM HIERARCHY OF NEEDS. Content Warning.
I was thinking about Maslow’s hierarchy of needs and Pavol’s bell yesterday and today. We live in a world of chaos brought upon us by patriarchal men & a society of crooks, thieves, & liars. I thought that we would never go back to the dark ages of white patriarchal Christian narcissistic men. Here we are in the dark age where light shines through the dark night to weed out the greed of ugly white men who have dicks for brains.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Locks and Chains
Locks and Chains Locks fall like secrets across the floor, chins lift to shadows that do not speak. The air tastes of iron and whispered truths,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Man in the Cake Shop
The Man in the Cake Shop The man in the cake shop served me. I smiled and pointed with care. A sponge with cream and cherries.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Does My Bum Look Big in This
Does My Bum Look Big in This Does my bum look big in this, I ask with a twirl and a grin. The mirror is cruel, but I hope
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Ozymandias
I met a traveller from an antique land Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
By Saqib Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
The Shot.....
You are chaos Clinging to meaning like it owes you something Creating love, of course The invention of something stunning
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Lovers on the Bridge
Lovers on the Bridge They met where stone meets river their voices trembling like oars hands brushed once then clung as if drowning was sweeter
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Too many hopes, too many tears
Too many hopes, too many tears I built castles in the air, with your name carved on every stone. I carried dreams like lanterns into the dark,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Chasing Fools Gold
Chasing Fools Gold I wanted true love, but chased fools gold. Held it close, like treasure to my chest. It glittered bright, but the shine was cold.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets