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.
Hanging Rock
Three Private school girls went missing at Hanging Rock In 1900 An eerie tragic event Enjoying a planned picnic No one knew what was about to impend
Janelle barkerPublished 4 years ago in PoetsLove From Afar
Please tell me that I'm safe? That I'm not insane? For my mind is filled with visions of confusion an image of candle flames burning bright
Alixzandra WisemanPublished 4 years ago in PoetsWorking From Home
8am The tower’s tall today. Pieces of information lay Ready, to be digested. 10am I’ve plodded along the pile. My mind’s inhaled every word, every file
Priyanka ChandiPublished 4 years ago in PoetsMusic of Colors
It was a simple day, just like any other day. But as the sun went towards the horizon to set, soft clouds began to show up around the sun. Then the magic happened. All the clouds became glorious with the golden rays of the setting sun.
Mallika DharPublished 4 years ago in PoetsInterrogation
I look at the ground, at the sky, at the back of my reddened eyelids. Anywhere but in your eyes. Your accusation hangs in the air like a sharpened sword between us,
Deb SimmondsPublished 4 years ago in PoetsGravity
Everything is up and down, like a triumphant FUCK YOU to Gravity. Tall metal, steel atoms, neatly arranged, projectiles into air, winged electrons scurrying thermodynamically, the magic of magnetism. Royally inconsequential, when you really think about it.
MINDSOCKETPublished 4 years ago in PoetsPhar Lap
Champion thoroughbred racehorse No one knew this at the start, of course. In the Great Depression in 1930’s People needed hope and a HERO
Janelle barkerPublished 4 years ago in PoetsPort Arthur Massacre
The murder Martin Bryant Was not reliant, Subnormal IQ, intellectual disability 28 years old, Had a heart that was cold.
Janelle barkerPublished 4 years ago in PoetsI have been left alone
i have been pulled into a vortex of nothingness, where structure has no meaning i have been left to a world, where i am forced to seek liberation from my own mind
Abysola HajarohPublished 4 years ago in PoetsSimple Kite
Sitting down looking at the clock, fighting past the writers block, thinking of a theme good enough to write, into my head pops a simple kite,
Jenni LodgePublished 4 years ago in PoetsFree
The thought of running Is always held close To my heart. It keeps my head Higher than I'd like, If I'm honest. I've dreamt of leaving
smith morganPublished 4 years ago in PoetsThe Day They Turned Me Into a Chola (I'm Asian)
As an actor and a comedian, I am broke So when you tell me you’ll pay me, I get stoked One day I got a call asking if I’m free now
Valerie VibarPublished 4 years ago in Poets