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.

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By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Sweet Dream
**Sweet Dream** A hush descends, the stars lean low, As moonlight spills a silver glow. The nightbird hums a lullaby, While wishes sail across the sky.
By MST REHANAabout a year ago in Poets
Saidnamyzo
We look down on ye from the shoulders of gods For we have vanquished the usurpers that have kept mankind in chains for two thousand years
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
I feel Like Not One of Them
I feel Like Not One of Them They nodded past me in the room like I’d come late, or dressed too plain They spoke in codes and smiled in groups
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Candle’s Flame
The Candle’s Flame I lit the wick with steady hands in a room too dark, too full of demands. The flame rose small, then dared to sway
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Stone Circle in the Woods
The Stone Circle in the Woods No signpost, no trail, I found it alone a ring of stone, grey flecked, overgrown the moss didn’t speak, but I heard it clear
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Parchment And The Quill
The Parchment and the Quill This is no sonnet, no rhyme stitched to impress just breath held in ink, scratched down without dress
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Stars that remembered us
Beneath the hush of twilight’s sigh, Where oceans kiss the weeping sky, There lies a tale the night wind keeps Of dreamers lost in star-bound sleeps.
By Lajuk anjumabout a year ago in Poets
Secrets
kept in my mind like something innocent left behind
By Tyler Hawthorneabout a year ago in Poets
Window Flowers In A Watered Jar
Window Flowers In A Watered Jar Three little rebels in borrowed jars, not a root in soil, not a fence or bars just glass and water, clean and still
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Dot, The Spot
The Dot, The Spot It started with a dot, a nothing thought, on Tuesday’s sock, a witches plot it blinked, it stank, it maybe spoke,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Can We Truly Embrace the Inevitable Dance of Time?
Time requires you to let wrinkles form on your face together with natural white hair develop on your head. Time continues its passage unceasingly and it keeps moving along the timeline of everyone without exception. Keep your mind open to natural occurrences because you should release all feelings of resistance. Your countenance will not endure time's effects because it must represent all life's happiness and grief.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets