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.
"I" THE COLOR "ME"
I walk in shades of pink, you call me names... I declare blue, to satisfy... which couldn't be furthest from the truth I reclaim unwillingly I'm "so"- you know that color no one knows...
Lonnie HughesPublished 3 years ago in PoetsHer Colors and His Shapes
I look in the mirror and see him and see her I look at the eyes and see his dull ache of thoughts and see her innocence in brown doe relief
Jillian SpiridonPublished 3 years ago in PoetsUNBEATABLE
In faith we trust We’ll be unbeatable.... It’s down to us See It’s remarkable.... If It’s my turn To him we shall return
Haychie_ArtistPublished 3 years ago in PoetsYou Thought You Were Gray
the mist, the fury, the storm clouds by nightfall, the lake, the sadness, the boat that fell by the wayside, the willows, the truth, the bird's mourning call at dawn—
Jillian SpiridonPublished 3 years ago in PoetsWhy Are You My Whole World
Dear Kansen, All my highs were you, all my lows were you. Every painful memory I have of my teenage years is you, and almost all my favorite memories of high school, you’re in the middle of it. I get Deja Vu when all of our favorite songs are playing, and when all of the lyrics of our favorite songs are sang.
Shallom KimanziPublished 3 years ago in PoetsLarge Hot
Morning rush Faces pass Faces smash. Predator fade- Hidden among- Order after order Eyes gleam Hungry for more Than just bread
Katrina ThornleyPublished 3 years ago in PoetsComing of age
Your red face, it tells a story There’s bitterness in Balamory Dream keepers that won’t let you in For pent up pride and eager sin
Jack SmithPublished 3 years ago in PoetsA Bad Day
My fancy, new phone, In its polka dot case, Is the target of blame, As I stare at it's face. I'm thirty minutes late,
Bryony DianePublished 3 years ago in PoetsBlack
Our black is pain No we dont want sympathy We want justice We come pleading With the residue of faint white Cracked lines
Shamara NoriegaPublished 3 years ago in PoetsDreams and Fears
In the valley of fear the sun still sets in the west brightness differs yet the dark stays alive serendipity strikes occasionally
Suntonu BhadraPublished 3 years ago in PoetsA Mere Light
Revealed elevation on the mystical journey inside my dream kicked me out to reality; I woke up into existence after a giant bear sleep
Suntonu BhadraPublished 3 years ago in PoetsPlotline for the Future
Because humans express cuddled with emotions into infinite felt beats inside our heart (subject to discussion) in scrambled words, in a rhythmic dance
Suntonu BhadraPublished 3 years ago in Poets