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.

Lucid Dreams
Head in the clouds, in a trance Juliette drowns leaping to her pillow The day is over, she takes her bow - the sandman surrounds her like a weeping willow
By Juliette Alessandra3 years ago in Poets
"Morning wakeup"
As the dawn breaks and the night fades away, The world comes alive in a brand new day. The birds sing their songs, the sun peeks through,
By Vocal Trending 3 years ago in Poets
Lucid Universe
Eyes fluttering before sleep evades Sky lights lets Goddess cascade Blood moon energy invades Her energy is in my veins
By Viv C3 years ago in Poets
Magical Ride
Riding a panda on the moon At a red carpet event so swoon Velvety red glove hold on to me It's the Jessica Rabbit that'll be my company
By Haby Furi3 years ago in Poets
A New Day
Questions without answer Spurn the chiromancer. She has the living to pay But the dead survive the day To hold secrets she will not know
By Caitlyn Ramberg3 years ago in Poets
Moonlight and Madness
Perversion of reality When we go to sleep. Awaken only briefly Then dive back into the deep. We live at times within the good,
By Gelene Beverly3 years ago in Poets
The Blood Full Moon
The Blood Full Moon bright in the sky, I could see the fullness as I looked up high. It lit up the black night with a red glow,
By Avril Doucette3 years ago in Poets
The Boo Hag
The Gullah tells the tale of an old hag that roams the south. Who wanders freely in the dark silent night. She makes her way through cracks and crevices in your home.
By Joanna Blaze3 years ago in Poets
A Dream to Dead the Awake
Upon a night of silent, hazy fog, I ponder mysteries of human hearts, Bed-Partner sleeps like Forest's coldest log. Blood chills in fear and stress reaction starts.
By Conor Darrall3 years ago in Poets
“Open Your Eyes”
Darkness looming Running in place I see people But not one face. Why can’t I move? My anxiety is through the roof Cause it’s dark and I’m alone
By Brittany Mays3 years ago in Poets
Lucid Harvest
I'm pacing my minds lucid harvest with a sling blade hand. I place the crops in my basket case of wicker and thought. I'm falling so fast over the edge of my sanity trying to bring reason behind this imaginary treason. My eyes are slammed shut like shutters in Kansas when the wind picks up. But I can see. There is an ancient rosary held up by a blue tack on a solemn slate wall. I heard a voice say "take it back," the words seemed to slowly crawl,
By Ellis Esco3 years ago in Poets
Bad Dream
Going about our nightly routine, my four year old stops and stares at me. In a whiny voice she cries, I want a night ghost free.
By Brie 3 years ago in Poets