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 SHOP THAT SOLD TOMORROWS
THE SHOP THAT SOLD TOMORROWS I found a little shop one night, with no name upon the door, Its dusty shelves held tomorrows, hundreds, maybe more. Some futures shimmered bright as gold, some faded into grey, Some vanished when I reached for them, then quietly slipped away.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
THE LITTLE GOLD RING
THE LITTLE GOLD RING My mam and dad bought me a child’s gold ring when I was one, They had no savings, so I know it must have been hard for them, It sat upon a shelf inside our living room for years, I don’t think I ever wore it, but it was bought with love and care.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
tiny shards
He put me on a pedestal And I pompously perched upon it, High and vacuous until He skipped away. I was defeated The pedestal fell What a shock I endured, and I shattered, tiny shards scattering Where did he go? What am I not - to him? What did I do to make him turn his back, not caring to look as I shattered, tiny shards scattering The world twirled day after day Earth rotated purposefully in its orbit The moon waxed and waned until My existence eventually brightened And there were Sunbeams striking hanging crystals, Shining rainbows onto me, and when I shattered, tiny shards scattering, They were multi-colored, scintillating, Revealing my new love standing silently in front of me
By Andrea Corwin 4 months ago in Poets
NEVER POINT YOUR FINGER
NEVER POINT YOUR FINGER Never point your finger when your hands are far from clean, You may think you hide your dirt, but I can see what lies between. You throw your words like daggers, thinking I will take the blame, But shit often gets flung back, and it rarely misses the same.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
WHO PICKS THE ROADS WE TAKE?
WHO PICKS THE ROADS WE TAKE? Who picks the roads we take when the morning starts to rise, Do we choose the paths before us, or are they written in disguise? Some roads are bright and shining, with the sunlight dressed in gold, While others hide beneath the shadows, where the bitter winds blow cold.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Clues to solve the riddle
As yet few entries Try to understand what's asked Look to first four lines Here is the riddle I am no expert in solving riddles but… surely the first step to solving the riddle, is to understand the question. Read it again, if you are not sure what you are being asked to do. As the verse above suggests, reading the first four lines (ending in a "?") might help. Think about the question.
By Raymond G Taylor4 months ago in Poets
