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.

Be Leaf in Me
Be Leaf in Me Be leaf in me oh mighty tree roots deep where no one sees branches sway with quiet grace leaving shadows on my face
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Angry Naughty Little Boy
The Angry Naughty Little Boy He stands with arms tight across his chest eyes like thunder ready to break his mouth a line that will not move
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Message in a Bottle
Message in a Bottle A green glass bottle rolled in with the tide its surface clouded from years at sea I bent to lift it from the wet sand
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
If life doesn't kill me nostalgia will. AI-Generated.
He sits in the corner of the heart, like a shadow that never leaves its owner. He comes uninvited, in sudden moments of silence, amidst the hustle of work and the noise of life. He is not a passing guest, but a permanent tenant in the apartment of memory, paying his rent with hidden tears and sorrowful smiles. He needs no words; his eyes know everything in the heart before its owner does.
By Manalabout a year ago in Poets
Have We Loved in Vain?
It's okay to let go of the outcome and the hope that someone who is no longer on your path will stay by your side. You know, deep down, that in the end, not only will you no longer like each other, but you won't even like yourself.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Blackpool Beach Flies
Blackpool Beach Flies Sun bakes the sand children scream and run flashes of buckets and spades flies swarm like tiny black clouds
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Falling from Grace
Falling from Grace I once walked proud with my head held high my words were silk my heart was steady the world bowed kindly as I passed by
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
POEM - Stone Altars
Not raised by hand, but claimed by ancient will, Where bedrock thrust a shoulder to the sky, Or glacial drift left monoliths stock-still
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
Wrongfully correct
Yes, you are right. I understand what you’re saying — but is it worth the hurt you’ll cause me? Sometimes, fighting flames
By Marcus Hillabout a year ago in Poets
Ten Seconds Before the Train Arrives
Ten seconds. The station smells of rain-soaked concrete and old newspapers. Somewhere down the track, metal wheels hum like a distant storm. The display says Arrival: 0:00, but the train hasn’t yet broken through the tunnel’s mouth.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Poets
Bush Fires
Bush Fires The air tastes sharp with heat wind drives sparks like angry bees grass curls and blackens trees groan as if their hearts are breaking
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Crayon My World
Crayon My World Crayon my world a rainbow bright each shade a promise in plain sight the red of mornings warm and true gold that spills as day breaks through
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets