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.

Life, Sometimes
I followed the directions of life to a tee so how did I end up in this town Then, I spilled the soda I bought, all over me
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 months ago in Poets
Where the Crows Remember
Where the Crows Remember The branches stretch like broken hands Across a cold and silent sky. Black feathers gather without sound, As if they know the reason why.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Poison’s Promise
Poison’s Promise A serpent circled where innocence once grew, Its fangs kissed silence with a venomous grin. The crimson fruit held secrets no soul outlived, A feast where every ending chose to begin.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Broken Is Our Sun haiku
Broken Is Our Sun The sun is broken We’re being burned alive help Please God fix it all #Marie381UkWriter/poet
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
The problems on Vocal.media H E LP Us Vocal?
Just got this back from stripe Hi Marie, Thank you for reaching out to Stripe. I appreciate your understanding and for bringing this to our attention. Please allow me to provide further assistance.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Behind The Rose
Behind The Rose People often see the rose, the petals carefully arranged, never noticing the thorns hidden underneath. They admire what is shown,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Sunset Haiku
Sunset Haiku The sunsets golden Our world feels at peace now totally at one. #Marie381UkWriter/Poet
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
You Made It All About You
You Made It All About You Every story circled back to your name, Every hurt became your claim, You never saw the tears I hid,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
The Other Side of Things
My anger and pain overtook my concern for family. At least about why they might be doing what they’re doing. I might not have been clear as I thought. I might not be able to tell lies from misperceptions…or direct malice from understandable reactions given my behavior.
By Gabriel B. Shames4 months ago in Poets
The Fire Starter's Wife
How can I feel sorry for you when I’m too numb right now? The fire starter’s wife is how they’ll know me in town. A truth I can’t seem to wrap my head around.
By Justiss Goode4 months ago in Poets
Hold My Hand Never Let Go
Hold My Hand Never Let Go Hold my hand through quiet days Keep me close in gentle light Stay beside me in small ways Turn my darkness into bright
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
I Am
I am born with the urge to go astray guilty in the eyes looking my way begging for forgiveness and I pray unshielded and my flaws mark my mistakes
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 months ago in Poets