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.

Gilded Desires
A world set on fire By gilded desire A covetous breath You spent so much time taking away my freedom You forgot to live
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
What Do I Do With Today
What Do I Do With Today? I turned to yesterday, then it was gone. Just shadows and silence, no way back, no answers left in the dust.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Power of Words
Praise people with words More valuable than giving pearls as gifts Hurt people with words More serious than stabbing with a spear and sword
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets
The Serpent’s Coil
The Serpent’s Coil I drew the mark with broken glass, A circle scorched in withered grass. No plea for gods, no need for grace.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Eyes of the Devil Watch in Wait
Eyes of the Devil Watch in Wait Eyes of the devil watch in wait, Behind the door, behind the gate. They burn through flesh,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
The Carousel
The Carousel The carousel goes round and round, I sit on spooky horses, making no sound. Their eyes are hollow, hearts are stone,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
The Stargazer
The Stargazer He knelt where frost had kissed the ground, No voice, no sleep, no mortal sound. Each night he stared through sky’s deceit,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
How Can I Compete
How Can I Compete She walks in like a perfect lie, Painted lips, a sparkle eye. Perfume clings like a second skin, While I’m just tired, worn too thin.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Regrets of a Father
When you brought your daughter to the doctor, I was immediately shocked.... Are you going to marry me? That day, she begged me...
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets
When It's Time to Part Ways
When it's time... we have to part ways To go to a new path that is better than before Don't see parting as a sad thing Because some parting ways with old things
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets
Yesterday’s Fire
Yesterday’s Fire Yesterday’s fire is today’s ashes, a cold grey hush where the heat once screamed. Smoke is memory that won’t rise,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Is Discomfort the Key to Your Next Level?
The process of adapting daily habits creates unanticipated situations that produce the same distress as foreign language challenges. Our comfort zone shatters when we move to a new city or start a new job or change our lifestyle habits which introduces numerous unknown obstacles to our life. Each alteration resembles an adventure. The uncomfortable experiences you face support personal advancement.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets