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.

Angels collect us when we die
Angels collect us when we die everyone’s name is written on a leaf in heaven. When that leaf falls to the ground, an angel comes and carries the soul away.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Do It For You
The winding, the binding, the blinding, the sounding of all Hell's pain all Hell's pain All hell's pain as the life of strife is held down by a knife to the throat
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
The Power of Choice: Wisdom Over Gold
Give a monkey a banana and a gold bar, and it will choose the banana. It does not understand that a gold bar could buy millions of bananas.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Coronation Street is Dying
The Death of the Cobbles Once, the cobbles danced with life, Laughter echoed down each strife, Rita’s quips, and Blanche’s bite,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
"MS. MIRIBELA PEREZ". Content Warning.
This is a fairy tale of sorts. This is a fictional story created my brain from a dream I had the other night. All characters are fictional, and the content is fictional as I have vivid dreams. I decided to share this dream. IT IS NOT ABOUT ME OR ANYONE YOU KNOW OR I KNOW.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
Sail Away
As you lay your head upon your berth Tossing and turning in your bunk Your body fighting off blessed slumber Clear your mind from the day’s stress
By Mother Combs (Sharon)2 years ago in Poets
Ashes of My Words
Ashes of My Words He burned my poetry, all 180 poems, gone each one a thread I wrote from the tender age of 11 to the fragile woman of 17.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
The passage of time, nostalgia
The ticking hands, they never pause, Etching lines with inconspicuous claws. A childhood giggle, a transitory glance, Lost inside the waltz of chance.
By Mr Ali2 years ago in Poets
Prisoner to Your Mother
Prisoner to Your Mother I move like a shadow in her house, where silence is louder than words, each glance a bar, each sigh a lock,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Political Fifteen
All fifteen nations... All the big boys are right here... But where's Canada? Don't start that fire! * Thank you for reading!
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
Fate, Freedom, and the Light Within
Your destiny is therefore your chance. In the judgment of fate so they say when bad things befalls them. When something goes well for you, you say it is by chance or luck.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Weekend Nonsense
I’m the daughter of an angel Love men who remind me of candy I’m a master of the angles A mathematic vigilante If it’s too good, then, it must be
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets