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.
LOVE
I whisper about your grace As I serenade your beauty Your kisses are like velvet A wild cascade of hair Crowning your stature
Mother CombsPublished 3 months ago in PoetsA Toast
Said my illness I’m tired of being serious all the time I don’t like how you treat me like we haven’t shared the same apartments
bishnu prasadPublished 3 months ago in PoetsMy Hair Burned Like Berenice
Days of rain. The drey exterior my window would transport and the wind would strip. My heart was valent with plausibility I may well be presently, halfway lady,
bishnu prasadPublished 3 months ago in PoetsIt Must Continue to Live
Snake eating itself, wondering why it's hungry, with no food around, it can't contain it's hunger, it must continue to live.
James GreenPublished 3 months ago in PoetsThe holiness of purity at war
The holiness of purity at war Chastity in its essence walks the path of the living dead, The mirth of innocence ends its existence before succumbing on its deathbed
Hridya SharmaPublished 3 months ago in PoetsA love once vibrant, now a fading tide,
Love's flame extinguished, dreams deflated. Promises whispered, now shattered lies, Her heart a canvas of tear-stained skies,
urooj fatimaPublished 3 months ago in PoetsLate Lunch Lark!
Late lunch, bread toasting Black smoke spiralling upwards… Fire Drill averted! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Angie the Archivist 📚🪶Published 3 months ago in PoetsUnbroken Ties
In a castle’s depth lived a wizard named Snape, Hidden stories of love and loyalty his heart shaped. Who found his home in Slytherin’s escape,
Blush
Pink… Like the blush on your cheeks Pink… Your lips matching equally Pink… As your painted fingernails Pink… Makes me think of you
Mother CombsPublished 3 months ago in PoetsPostcard Killing
A Poem for Poppy's Prompt * * Another postcard killing bodies concealed in a bag The end is the beginning underneath red warning flags
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 3 months ago in PoetsMidnight Moon
In the velvet domain of the 12 PM sky, A single moon starts to moan. Projecting its shine on the world beneath, A quiet orchestra, a heavenly show.
Sathishkumar SPublished 3 months ago in PoetsMidnight Ride
In the quieted domain of 12 PM's hug, At the point when shadows hit the dance floor with calm elegance, A solitary rider mounts the horse,
Sathishkumar SPublished 3 months ago in Poets