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.

Where the Light Doesn’t Land
There is a place in me that no longer catches light. Not broken— just emptied, the way a shadow remains after the thing that cast it walks away.
By Syl De'Vil2 months ago in Poets
DEAR DONALD, DON’T BE SO BRASH
DEAR DONALD, DON’T BE SO BRASH Dear Donald, please don’t be so brash, There’s talk everywhere about your cash. Rumours are flying from place to place, With pots of gold thrown in the race.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Lashing And Wagging
I've held my tongue and you know what for air reserved in my lungs like missing socks in a drawer the ache and the anger
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 months ago in Poets
My Wife, the Ghost
My wife died three years ago, but apparently, nobody told her. She still sleeps on my side of the bed, complaining that I steal the blankets from a woman who no longer has a body.
By Nelo2 months ago in Poets
IT AIN’T HALF A FUNNY OLD WORLD
IT AIN’T HALF A FUNNY OLD WORLD It ain’t half a funny old world, The things that come and go, One minute you think you’ve cracked it, The next you just don’t know.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
THE LIBRARY ASSISTANT WHO DIDN’T LIKE NOISE
THE LIBRARY ASSISTANT WHO DIDN’T LIKE NOISE Sally worked in the library, She’d been there all her life, From when she was a teenager, To a mother and a wife.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
What happening to vocal.media again ?
VOCAL — IT IS TIME YOU TOOK ACTION I feel so angry. Every other day now, I seem to be getting comments from men and women asking, “Can we chat off Vocal?” All of them, may I add, seem to have zero stories, zero poetry, no bio and nothing genuine on their Vocal accounts.Today was the best got this in reply to my poem comment I sent in to vocal let’s hope it doesn’t get brushed under the carpet.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Lost Identity
perhaps an act of kindness … no ability to recall — found…abandoned subdued, confined identified / dna ScReAmIng **
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 months ago in Poets
Step Outside Your Predictions
If you exaggerate your limitations, you are imprisoning yourself. If you enjoy the freedom you currently possess, you are expanding that freedom.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 months ago in Poets
Where Strange Blooms Grow
Where Strange Blooms Grow There is a garden no map has ever found, where flowers whisper secrets from underneath the ground.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Lost in the Colours of a Broken Mind
Lost in the Colours of a Broken Mind I wandered through my own thoughts where nothing stayed the same, blue became a memory and red forgot my name.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
THE CENTURY THAT RAN
THE CENTURY THAT RAN The nineteen hundreds entered With smoke in the air, With hope in its pocket And war everywhere. Men left on the railway, Their mothers stood still, The trains crossed the country, Then vanished uphill.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets