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 Man Tree
The Man Tree In the garden, a strange tree grows, With silly men hanging like clothes. Their faces grumpy, their clothes a mess,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
The Lemon Tree
The Lemon Tree In the garden, a tree stands, Bright green leaves on leafy hands. When spring comes, the flowers bloom, Sweet smell fills up the room.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
The Orange Tree
The Orange Tree In the garden stands a tree, Branches sway, wild and free. Leaves are green, dancing bright, A lovely sight, pure delight.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
The Gypsy Curse
The Gypsy Curse One quiet night, under stars so bright, A gypsy tied his horse, snug and tight. Well-fed and weary, the stallion slept,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Longing On My Journey.
1/ In the heart of the pale night You emerge as a poem within my blood For there is nothing more alive Than longing on my journey
By Shafa Ichwanus2 years ago in Poets
Memories
8 May 2022, Late morning Memories When the nights are long; When the sky downpours; All I think about Is you. *** When the trials are tough;
By Cyrus2 years ago in Poets
The Strength Behind the Silence
If I told you I was hurting, Would you turn your face away? Or would you sit beside my silence And let your presence stay?
By Nihal Khan2 years ago in Poets
Falling for You… Again and Again
Falling for You… Again and Again Every Time Feels Like the First Time An Endless Cycle of Love Story The first time I saw you, the world slowed. Your laughter was a melody I couldn’t forget, your smile a spark that lit up the room. I fell fast, helplessly, as if gravity had shifted and you were my only center.
By Am@n Khan 2 years ago in Poets
Embrace Life, Let Go.
There is a way of life called "take things as they come"; there is a way of life called "go with the flow"; there is an emotion called "cherish every moment"; for life, nothing is insurmountable, so don't always be hard on yourself.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Ink Beneath the Skin
I found the book by accident, a thrift store corner, dust and quiet, wedged between a haunted novel and casseroles from 1983.
By Nihal Khan2 years ago in Poets
May God Strike Me Down Dead
May God Strike Me Down Dead The sky cracked open as thunder rolled over the fields, drowning Ruth’s scream. “May God strike me down dead if I’m lying!” she shouted, her voice raw with years of silence. She stood soaked in rain and fury, eyes locked on the family gathered at the edge of the pasture. They had turned blind eyes and deaf ears for too long.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
You Can’t Take It With You When You Go
You Can’t Take It With You When You Go Uncle hoarded each coin like a tightwad, counting in silence, dreaming of tomorrows.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets