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.

Auntie Jean’s New Yoga Class
Auntie Jean’s New Yoga Class They said it was gentle I trusted the flyer Till Jean got stuck halfway in the tumble dryer She meant to stretch just a little at most
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Day the Farm Went on Strike
The Day the Farm Went on Strike The horse wore socks and a plastic crown Said I’m not trotting this field up and down I’m royalty now I demand a throne
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Love and Porcupines
Love and porcupines Go together like cyanide and wine A deliciously disastrous embrace Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Rosa's Portal of Tacos
This is an introduction to different rooms that will be opening at Outstages Cafe. Today we opened Rosa's Portal of Tacos. Step into the Echoes Beyond the Veil
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Life Ain't No Rock~N~Roll Song
Spent your petty little life Living through the loud music Thriving on all that strife To the point of being ageusic Stunted your personal growth
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Poets
Every Part
My whole life, I’ve been stuck within this never-ending skin — full of hundreds of bones, joints that groan and moan —
By Isabella Walkerabout a year ago in Poets
Devotion
In a forbidden city that raved for defeat and downfall yet not to destroy immortality dancing with dark ness, tempting rhythms as obedience defying lyrics wail
By Annaabout a year ago in Poets
The Monkey Who Loved His Mirror
The Monkey Who Loved His Mirror A little monkey found a glass, He looked right in and made a pass. He saw himself and waved hello,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Longest Walk Back to Your Arms
The Longest Walk Back to Your Arms I walked alone through years of doubt past empty rooms and closing doors the silence louder than our rows
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Footsteps in the Snow
Footsteps in the Snow No wind, no sound, just ice and white A single trail beneath the night No turning back, no scattered tread
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Wrath
My silence is a clenched jaw Which bites back a toxic tongue That would lash and rage At the blind consumption And desperate throes of a dying world
By Judah LoVatoabout a year ago in Poets
Despair
I found a dark shroud thing Laying in the road Blocking my progress forward It pulsed there, oozing black tendrils Which reached out and beckoned
By Judah LoVatoabout a year ago in Poets