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.
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By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Bring Him Home
The sun abandons and I sleep a good while, until daisies alert me. I snooze on wafts of clover, wake again! I can’t contain the kettle boiling. Startles me as if it’s a new passing. I open to Whitman and stop this night with me, which possesses all poems, the valve of your voice. What is a man? What am I? What are You? Lulled again into the underworld, I wear the cap of my invisibility. Where I find my Self in lavender fields, trying to ambush them because they are too good for God! The ocean never abates or stops producing olfactory portent that smells like an angry leather belt tonight and wakes me again! How the chimera dies underneath my dysmorphic body, above the roof of this stained house. What is a man? What am I? What are You? Until all simmers and glimmers a revised hope that my husband will return from sailing with his wish on board. That a simple nod will bring up the sun again. And bring him home! What is a man? What am I? What are You?
By Paul Aaron Domenick4 months ago in Poets
Mine Your Own Gold
In this life, never waste your talents. Are you willing to love yourself? Can you sincerely cheer for your own life? The greatest tragedy in life is dying without ever seeing your true self—reaching the very end without being able to acknowledge or accept yourself, without being able to like or appreciate yourself, and without being able to genuinely celebrate yourself.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing4 months ago in Poets
“Light Over the Earth”
“Light Over the Earth” Today a world of peace Is being turned into a world of grief, Grief for the division of light As shadows rise and try to steal the night. But even when the darkness grows, A brighter truth still softly glows. I send light, I send love, I send peace from up above. Let it rise, Let it release, Let it calm this trembling earth And bring our weary hearts relief. Darkness tries to build its throne, A fortress made of fear and stone. Despair is a sadness that doesn’t care It pulls the spirit into heavy air. But light can spark, ignite, and climb, Breaking walls one truth at a time. I send light, I send love, I send peace from up above. Let it rise, Let it release, Let it calm this trembling earth And bring our weary hearts relief. Despite the cultures built on spite, Despite the wounds that steal our sight, Despite the hate that tries to reign, Love still walks through every pain. Light remembers what we forgot We heal the world by what we’ve got. I send light, I send love, I send peace from up above. Let it rise, Let it release, Let it wash across the earth And bring our weary hearts relief I send light… I send love… I send peace.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
