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.
Coincidence, maybe not
Lightning on a sunny day A hole in my new socks The car is dead, I hafta walk and my shoes are filled with rocks * There’s a spider in my coffee cup
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 3 years ago in PoetsAnother Dash, Cash and Splash
Johnny and I are cruising on a yacht We look like we belong but we do not We’ve been chasing treasure since we first met The thrill keeps us going and we haven’t lost yet
Kelly A CurranPublished 3 years ago in PoetsThe hellish maze in my mind
As the night surrounds me in its cold and quiet hug, instead of a peaceful feeling, it is anxiety that starts filling me up.
Linda PérezPublished 3 years ago in PoetsChandelier
He said he’s too scared to drink alone And that there’s no line between fiction And fact. The light here’s too dim. A new record spins. The lines defining my body were never Inside of a poem, anyway. The lines Of the poem were never so bright.
Mr. Morning Star / The Angel with 12 wings
In both of your feet lie death and destruction Your name must be mayhem And your disciples anarchist Everywhere that you go is left in ruin
Geizael, The Great Wicked DestroyerPublished 3 years ago in PoetsLockdown Lyricism: "Lit"
Money for ice cream And cigarettes. Money for sweets And your cigarettes. "They're not for me" I frequently said. You couldn't get them yourself,
Jack Anderson KeanePublished 3 years ago in PoetsIcarus Fell
When Icarus flew too close to Apollo, he should have fallen to his death The King of Crete had tricked Poseidon, God of the Sea
Melissa in the BluePublished 3 years ago in PoetsA Spell to Transform Some Ancestral Baggage
Take all the ferocity the pettiness the moribund qualities of your dearly departed of your father, of your mother,
Morgana le FayPublished 3 years ago in PoetsTo My Dad
Growing up, My dad taught me a valuable life lesson. He told me that duct tape fixes everything. When our dog chewed a hole in the tub,
Emery PinePublished 3 years ago in PoetsNation
I am at the Station I am here for the Nation Fight the good Fight For your Right For the people who suffer In our world full of clutter
Schubert TALK LLC © KDPublished 3 years ago in PoetsIssa & the Prince
There was a young beautiful fair princess named Issa, she was next in line to rule the kingdom. Growing up behind closed doors and kept away from the rest of the kingdom and world. She was good at fencing, smart at her studies but she was all alone. Her loyal nanny after her father the king commanded she find a husband being of age, she responded that the princess is mature in statue alone because she has been deprived of friends and the world. Never the less, the king command stood. Issa tried to consult the Queen, her mother. Mother how can I know love without a friend? All I know is history, I've never tried on my own. And love is too much for someone like me yet. The Queen replied, you have responsibilities, yes love is much but your father and I grew together. And I know you can if you trust your knowledge and speak your heart then you can. Exploring the world can come later but strength must be in unity and together. Issa quietly objecting. The day came for the suitors to be presented and Issa watched in fear besides her mother and father in the throne room. Issa that night feeling hopeless cried out on her balcony thinking no one would hear her. It happened a suitor came too late fighting with his squire nearby heard her. The suitor replied, you fair maiden why do you cry? I won't harm you. It tears my heart to see you cry. Issa said, I don't know but who do I have? Where can I turn to? My father, the king is choosing my future husband and I don't have a say. I want friends and I want to see the world. The suitor said, We all have responsibilities everyone and they come before everything. I'll be your friend and I'll take you to see the world. I'll learn to love you, you're beautiful and smart. I'm a prince and my word is my honor, my squire can witness.Issa agreed and in the proceedings of the king, she requested the suitor and convincing her mother to help her win over her father. Issa and the suitor did as their heart desire, travelling the kingdom and world and he protected her and their love grew where they were inseparable.
Matthew PrimousPublished 3 years ago in PoetsA riddle of a constant exchange.
Seeds scattered, swords to throw, Mind battered, blood to flow, Sought out more so than silver each day, Valued more than gold at the price of what they say,
Jordan ZunigaPublished 3 years ago in Poets