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 Rage of the Angry Sea
The Rage of the Angry Sea In shadows deep, where silence lingers, A storm rises, a tale of sorrow. The sea, once calm, now roars in rage,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Howling For You
Howling For You I am howling for you. My voice raw as an open wound, tearing through the quiet night like teeth against silk.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Sitting on a cloud
Sitting on a cloud I sat upon a cloud one day, So soft, so white, so far away. I thought it would be light and dry, A perfect seat beneath the sky.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
The Quiet Confidence of Being Yourself
This sentence really hits the nail on the head. I find that people feel a lot more relaxed after giving up on "self-explanation" because it is so difficult for people to understand each other. Once you start explaining, you have to keep explaining and proving yourself. In the end, it is only to prove to others: "I am me, I am like this."
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
The Heaven We Could Create
We walk through streets with blinded eyes, While nature's beauty slowly dies, The trees that breathe, the rivers that cry,
By COU2 years ago in Poets
Where Do Lost Words Go?
The night swallowed her voice, leaving only silence in its wake. She sat by the window, knees drawn to her chest, watching the city lights flicker like dying embers. Her breath fogged up the glass, a soft blur between her and the world outside.
By Sylvester2 years ago in Poets
Whispers in the Forgotten Woods
Whispers in the Forgotten Woods In the silence of forgotten woods, Where shadows speak in mystic moods, A tale of souls, both lost and torn, Echoes softly from the forlorn. A princess, cloaked in time's embrace, Chasing dreams she cannot trace. Her heart, once bright, now fades to gray, A flame extinguished, led astray. Beneath the moon’s cold silver glow, She finds the secrets that trees bestow, Of love once pure, now trapped in time, Of worlds untouched by reason's climb. The fireflies hum a mournful song. As memories in whispers throng, Of distant lands where hearts once met, Now swallowed whole by deep regret. Yet still she walks, through endless night, Searching for a love, once pure, now light. Her tears are stars, her heart, a flame— Chasing what can never be the same. In these woods, where time is lost, She learns the price, the final cost— That love, though gone, will never fade, But lingers on in shadows' shade.
By SINDHI AHMED2 years ago in Poets
The Swan who loved Fish
The Swan who loved Fish There once was a swan by a quiet, cool lake, Whose heart held a softness no hunger could break. She’d glide through the water, so gentle, so still,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
"The Last Gift : A Divine Comedy"
When God created Adam and Eve, He said to them "I only have two gifts left The first is the art of peeing standing up...''
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets
Ggggghhhhhhhhgggggggggggggggggh
I’m tired of being resilient, responsible for your bad behavior I am not perfect but I have been patient Patient for abuse to end
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
The Song Continues
Just breathe (though the) creeping shadows and inhale (while the) weeping willows and exhale (as the) sleeping hollows
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
The Roots of Love
When I truly began to love myself, I realized that all the pain and emotional torment I endured was simply a reminder: Live authentically and don't betray your own heart. Today, I understand this is called "truth." All the pain and suffering of the past stemmed from betraying myself. It was life's way of urging me to be brave and be myself. By living in the present moment and being true to my heart, I can find true happiness.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets