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 Cat Who Thinks He Owns the Chair
The Cat Who Thinks He Owns The Chair I bought this chair, I paid in full, It swivels, rocks, and screams “old school.” It’s padded nice, it hugs my spine,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
"Whisper of a Wildflower"
In a meadow kissed by morning light, A blossom stands in silent might, Its petals brushed with amethyst hue, Cradling gold in drops of dew.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
"Sun-Kissed Blossom"
In morning’s hush, where whispers weave, A blossom stands with threads of eve. Petals painted—fire and gold, A tale of dawn in silence told.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
"Sentinel of the Sky"
Perched above the winding blue, Where morning paints the world anew, The eagle stands in solemn grace, A monarch with a timeless face.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
“Halo of Earth”
A halo glows in heaven’s dome, Above the Earth, our fragile home, The sun — a sentinel so bright, Bathes us in its ageless light.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
The Boy Who Lost His Shoe
The Boy Who Lost His Shoe He dashed from the house with a comb in his hair One sock on straight, the other mid-air Late for school and halfway fed
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Girl Who Stuck a Sweet Up Her Nose
The Girl Who Stuck a Sweet Up Her Nose She said it was cherry but we’ll never be sure She jammed it in sideways, a bold little blur
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Pink Sky
The Pink SkY The sky was pink but felt like grey. A laugh got caught and slipped away. The tea went cold. I drank it still.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
VALUE
Value life the way you value Supercars the ones that’s brand new Time and money you have spent Visions straight now thought was bent
By Haychie_Artistabout a year ago in Poets
21 Questions
Why am I terrified to write this? Will You strike me down for feeling brave to question why we exist? How would I know if it is You with my divination?
By Aura of Vivabout a year ago in Poets
Do You Fear Losing Someone, Or Not Knowing How to Be Alone?
The more you know how to be alone, the less you fear losing someone. In fact, I've always liked traveling solo. Beyond the freedom, no one needs to accommodate anyone else. You decide what time to have breakfast, what time to go out, and how long to stay at a tourist attraction.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
The Snake, the Frog and the Fly
The Snake, the Frog and the Fly The snake lay flat in a patch of sun Not moving much, just watching for fun Along came a frog with a curious hop
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets