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.

UNBEATABLE
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
By Haychie_Artist5 years ago in Poets
You 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—
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Poets
Why 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.
By Shallom Kimanzi5 years ago in Poets
Large Hot
Morning rush Faces pass Faces smash. Predator fade- Hidden among- Order after order Eyes gleam Hungry for more Than just bread
By Katrina Thornley5 years ago in Poets
Coming 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
By Jack Smith5 years ago in Poets
A 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,
By Bryony Diane5 years ago in Poets
Black
Our black is pain No we dont want sympathy We want justice We come pleading With the residue of faint white Cracked lines
By Shamara Noriega5 years ago in Poets
Dreams and Fears
In the valley of fear the sun still sets in the west brightness differs yet the dark stays alive serendipity strikes occasionally
By Suntonu Bhadra5 years ago in Poets
A 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
By Suntonu Bhadra5 years ago in Poets
Plotline 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
By Suntonu Bhadra5 years ago in Poets
SHADES OF GREY .
OH Dear ! It's 12 in the midnight you are the only one near. You've been with me for the longest time . We've been friends since i was 9.
By Poonam Grover5 years ago in Poets
trust
is the truth a wand or is it a wound? or will it wind you up into a bitter end, crippling all caught in its path under an immense pressure that is little more than a communally sealed fate? i could never know. though not for lack of effort or intent; whereas even the weather is a daunting conversation for us. because trust is not just given freely- not anymore, not ever, and incompletely as much as it ever was; and i know i can't have what i don't give freely. this is no life hack so much as it is just an epic life fail to maintain control because that means giving up what's kept you safe, hidden behind your teeth. it's only trust; but even a taste is worth your weight in wool.
By ⸘jason alan‽5 years ago in Poets