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.

Don’t Count Your Money
Don’t Count Your Money Don’t count your money and call yourself rich Coins make a sound, silence says more I have seen empty eyes behind heavy doors
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Never Really Dead/Choose Your Friends Wisely
that's the past... it's behind you... what's dead shouldn't be conjured back but that's just what they do when they got you
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 months ago in Poets
Promises Out Of Thin Air
You hold me like a promise and use me like a knife Seems the only time we feel is when it hurts We carelessly play with the fire
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 months ago in Poets
The Necromancer's Downfall The Bone Army ~ Part 4
* * Robert Mackey was foul and fearsome a criminal of ill intent His crimes well told, brutal and gruesome Lord Bisnifagus his new puppet
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 months ago in Poets
A Fallen Rose
Mist feels the air with uncertainty and dispear Dry agonizing trees that have turned brown With leaves falling like they have lost their worth
By Maropeng Gama 4 months ago in Poets
the antagonist
but what died, didn't stay dead instead it lingered around turning selective words blood red attempting to astound proclaiming self proclivity
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 months ago in Poets
The Difference Between a Feeling and a Foundation
“Liking" is the initial imagination; "loving" is the accumulation of time spent together. "Liking" is simply about happiness; "loving" is being willing to take responsibility for that happiness.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing4 months ago in Poets
The Weight They Never Saw
The Weight They Never Saw You called me quiet as though silence meant less, never seeing what survived behind my ordinary days.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Teachers Under Pressure
Teachers Under Pressure The bell still rings though spirits fade, Another lesson carefully laid, Smiles are worn through weary eyes,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Your Feedback Matters . Honorable Mention in Say It Again Challenge.
WE VALUE YOU AS A CUSTOMER. Shiny, brand new. Plastic bot. Can clean around the home. Can babysit your children. Can organise your diary.
By Elizabeth Butler5 months ago in Poets
The Danger I Want
He'll be the kind of man who learns that when I say "rest in peace" before bed, I just forgot the words good night and panicked straight into a eulogy.
By Tina D. Lopez5 months ago in Poets
No, Don’t turn around now
You hear it now, don’t you? That scraping sound beneath the anthem,  that crack beneath the stars and stripes,  the hiss of something hungry  slipping through the seams of a nation that once swore never again.
By Cadma5 months ago in Poets