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.

On the Edge of Something
On the Edge of Something We stood on the edge of something love tangled with mistrust and a word cracked the fragile glass
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Primal Screams
I imagine the pinhead That tears open the door Spilling the unsaid Flooding over the floor Releasing how I feel All at once, bursting free
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
What She Doesn’t Know
What She Doesn’t Know He says, What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, like lies are soft blankets, like truth is a weapon to hide.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
I Put Viagra in His Tea
I Put Viagra in His Tea What happened next astonished me I put Viagra in his tea what happened next astonished me the teabag went stiff, with an awful whiff
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
When the Sun No Longer Forgives
Sun-locked rays, clinging to driftwood— the earth’s melting surface boils with dying force. . Shadows fall short. No longer does relief
By Henrik Hagelandabout a year ago in Poets
Why Chase Perfection When Peace Awaits?
There are always various imperfections in life. At this time, we need to learn to lower our standards appropriately and not care too much about certain things. Only by giving up self-blame and pickiness can you find your true self and happiness and joy.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Cries Of Silence
My heartbeat races against my thoughts There they are, on the tip of my tongue Measuring myself to all my flaws Knowing I could never be enough
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Allama Iqbal Poem: Shikwa (The Complaint)
Poem: Shikwa (The Complaint) bal Why should I choose the path of loss, or bear the weight of pain? 😔 Why should my heart not yearn for days when faith did reign? 🕋
By Am@n Khan about a year ago in Poets
Alice In Chains
my mind keeps hiding in rabbit holes completing the tasks shielding my soul exchanging real for masks like Alice in wonderland
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
My Imaginary Girl
I visualise you lying on my bed, No words spoken, none need to be said, I hold you close in the comfort of my bed, My imaginary girl
By Calvin Londonabout a year ago in Poets
Chalk Dust and Skipping Ropes
Chalk Dust and Skipping Ropes We carved our worlds in concrete squares with chalky hands and sun-bleached hair feet bare or scuffed in worn-out shoes
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Honey Pot Of Luck
The Honey Pot Of Luck I keep it close, this jar of gold not for sugar, not for show but for the way it seems to hold a kind of pull the old folks know
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets