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 Joyrider
The Joyrider He came roaring down the lane engine humming, eyes alive chasing something I could not touch not me, not love, just the wind
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Born from Love
Born from Love Baby meek, baby mild born from love, our beautiful child Eyes that glimmer, soft and true every day I am in awe of you
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Ghost of Time
The Ghost of Time The ghost of time waits in the corners its eyes hidden in shadow it moves through walls and leaves cold footprints on the floor
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
the green room. Runner-Up in This Is How I Remember It Challenge.
the room is green, the light is changing, the carpet like moss dappled with the sunlight coming through the screen. . someone is there with me:
By Raistlin Allenabout a year ago in Poets
A Choice for Clarity
I'd rather live a simple life alone than get caught up in a complicated relationship with all its complex feelings. A relationship that should have ended long ago might be prolonged, but it will never lead to a successful conclusion. Even if an unsuitable person enters your life, they will eventually leave.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Dancing in a fog
I feel like I am dancing in a fog, a dance I used to know, but the steps slip away, the tune half-remembered, out of reach.
By Susan Fourtané about a year ago in Poets
What Came First the Chicken or the Egg
What Came First the Chicken or the Egg What came first the chicken or egg a puzzle that makes my mind beg did feathers appear before the shell
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Bare Footed We Walk on the Beach
Bare Footed We Walk on the Beach Barefoot we walk in the sand waves whisper around our ankles your hand brushing mine the sky heavy with clouds
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Certainly uncertain
Why does recklessness come to us so much easier than peace? How do we dream of happiness but act out of grief and pain? Do the words we speak
By Marcus Hillabout a year ago in Poets
What’s in a Name?
Don’t worry You’re not to blame For I have gone by many a name Three last names Just my first Just my last Sometimes a man, sometimes a woman
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
POEM - The Fractured Halo
It was not forged in furnaces divine, Nor hammered on a celestial anvil's face, But gathered from the light of a late sign,
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
Political Twenty-Six
To be eighteen then... Ballot or bullet? Let's see... You now can decide. Speed wins! * Thank you for reading! If you liked this, you can add your Insights, Comment, leave a Heart, Tip, Pledge, or Subscribe. I will appreciate any support you have shown for my work.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets