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.
I Dream A World
I Dream A World I dream a world the place man No different man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn
Abraham AdesanyaPublished 11 months ago in PoetsI Dream Of Bicker Noises
I Dream of Bicker Noises I dream of bicker noises overtaken via song, the transcendent hymn of our humanity crescendoing in a completely happy ode whenever the voices of dissonance
Abraham AdesanyaPublished 11 months ago in PoetsWe Can't Be More Than We Are Made
We Can't Be Than We Are Made We can't be greater than we are made. But we want no longer be less. Yes when I dream of human beings
Abraham AdesanyaPublished 11 months ago in PoetsI'll Do It When I Have Time.
The laundry is piling like a mountain, My sink is fuller than a fountain, Oh! My desk looks like another mountain! My carpet looks like its been rolling
Carol TownendPublished 11 months ago in PoetsMAGIC SHOES
There lived a shoe maker named Elias. His hands held the magic of craftsmanship. A mysterious woman appeared, adorned in a shimmering cloak.
Mayorkun AjayiPublished 11 months ago in PoetsWhispers Of The Heart
In recent weeks, a thought has consumed my mind, Contemplating how love can bloom, even when resigned. This new and peculiar feeling has taken hold,
Balogun DanielPublished 11 months ago in PoetsFeelings
In the realm of feelings, where emotions dwell, A symphony of sensations, a tale to tell. The rustle of leaves, like a gentle breeze,
Chisi limiPublished 11 months ago in PoetsCommunion at Easter
God comes all sweetness to your Lenten lips as pure fasted faces are drawn to this feast. You, whom the East striped in secret with breath-taking whips, those crooked rough-scored chequers may be sewn to crosses intended for Jesus
Odubo UkamPublished 11 months ago in PoetsRain Storm
Strong winds are blowing and tree limbs bend fast. My skin, wet with dampness, is cooled now at last. Leaves turning upwards need drink, they’re so dry.
Heather GlennPublished 11 months ago in Poets(almost) missed connection
sorry New Jersey- we just made the connection, but no thanks to you.
Maya Angelou
Maya Angelou is a renowned American poet, author, and civil rights activist. She was born in St. Louis, Missouri, in 1928, and her given name was Marguerite Annie Johnson. She spent much of her early life in Stamps, Arkansas, where she experienced racism and discrimination firsthand. These experiences had a profound impact on her later work as a writer and activist.
the air stirs
the air stirs in a dark room and the light peaks in, daylit where the curtain has been folded back. just enough to see the extreme disarray his life is, to make him smile.
⸘jason alan‽Published 11 months ago in Poets