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.

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
The Rose (poem 2)
The Enchanted Emerald Rose boxes Within a garden where the shadows sleep, A strange and precious rose begins to bloom, Its emerald petals secrets softly keep, While ruby edges chase away the gloom.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
The Enchanted Emerald Rose
The Enchanted Emerald Rose Beneath the morning’s silver light, A secret flower came to be, With emerald leaves and crimson flame, A bloom that whispered back to me.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Stealing Away. Top Story - August 2026.
captured in a photo, a canvas in a frame covering a stain some headless face without a name the scene around is picture perfect
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 months ago in Poets
The Eyes That Remember
The Eyes That Remember I found you staring through the page, With eyes that seemed to know my name. A silent face from somewhere else, Yet somehow nothing felt the same.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Love Is Whispered, Never Sold
Love Is Whispered, Never Sold Love is whispered, never sold. Never bought with hands of gold. It lives in truth, not grand display. Yet slips through careless hands away.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
A Black and White Film in a Coloured Camera
A Black and White Film in a Coloured Camera He carried a camera full of colour, Red and yellow, green and blue, Every picture bright and vivid, Every frame a different view.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
A Secret Love
A Secret Love We had a love nobody knew, A hidden world between me and you, We kept it quiet, kept it small, Like something precious behind a wall.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
A Secret Smile
A Secret Smile There was something in your smile, Something hidden all the while, You looked at me, then looked away, As though you had something you couldn’t say.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Photography Was His Life
Photography Was His Life Photography was his life, Through every lens he saw the light, He carried cameras everywhere, Searching for a moment floating there.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets