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.

Am Still Here
Am Still Here I’ve walked through storms that left me cold, I’ve carried stories never told, I’ve known the nights that wouldn’t end, And wondered where I’d find a friend.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The Woman sat in the empty chair
The Woman sat in the empty chair She sat there in the corner chair, laughing softly at the empty air. She argued with a teapot’s lid about the things the moon once hid.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
BONES DON'T LIE
BONES DON’T LIE A Pathway Worker’s Song Intro Yesterday I wrote something that came from a deep place, a place shaped by the world I grew up in, and the world I chose instead. This piece is about extremism, autonomy, migration, ancestry, and the human road. It’s about refusing to go backward, even when the culture around us tries to drag us there. The photos included are the quiet moments that inspired it, pauses, breaths, shifts.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 months ago in Poets
Architects of the Self
When a person truly reaches a higher level of awareness, they no longer merely react to reality, cater to others, or chase outcomes. Instead, they operate their life system anchored in clarity and core principles.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 months ago in Poets
Fame Overtook His Manners
Fame Overtook His Manners He started out with little fame, Just an ordinary man with an ordinary name, He smiled at strangers, stopped to care, And always had a moment to spare.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Camera Lights Smile
Camera Lights Smile Camera, lights, smile, Hold that pose and stay awhile, The flash goes off, the moment’s caught, A perfect picture, or so we thought.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
I Want to Know What This Love Is All About
I Want to Know What This Love Is All About I want to know what this love is all about, The kind that leaves no room for fear or doubt, The kind that wakes with laughter in the morning light, And holds you close beneath the stars at night.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
He Developed His Own Photos
He Developed His Own Photos He developed his own photos, Late at night when no one knew, He worked beneath the quiet light, Watching pictures slowly come through.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The Camera Broke
The Camera Broke The camera broke on wedding day, Just as the bride was on her way, He pressed the button, nothing came, And suddenly nothing felt the same.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Never Photograph the Eclipse of Someone’s Heart
Never Photograph the Eclipse of Someone’s Heart Never photograph the eclipse of someone’s heart, For you may capture shadows tearing them apart, The camera sees the darkness crossing the light, But never knows what someone carries through the night.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
When the Lens Shattered the Eye Took Over
When the Lens Shattered the Eye Took Over When the lens shattered, The eye took over, No longer hidden behind glass, No longer looking through a frame.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
The Traveller Who Stole the Sand
The Traveller Who Stole the Sand He arrived beneath the desert sun, With nothing more than a little bag, Nobody knew where he had come from, Or why he walked beneath that flag.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets