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.

Color
Everyday, all I used to see was red. It would come in many forms, and occupy many spaces. I would see red skies. Red people. Red water. Red arms.
By Mikayla James5 years ago in Poets
Counting Weird Sheep
Stress red slowly turns to calming blue, with the rough day ending sleep wont come easy, I know just what to do. As I lay my head down to sleep, I need to count some sheep.
By Ron McMahon5 years ago in Poets
Tan is NOT Neutral
Tan is NOT Neutral As a child I was taught the colors of the rainbow are bright As an adult these colors have become a future fright.
By Tara Williams5 years ago in Poets
The Rainbow Ocean🌈Wavy!!!💕
The little speed boat I’m driving is making me laugh. I’m blushing as I say this but my boat is rainbow colors. I tie my bow on my shirt as I pull my speed boats motor. As I pull the motor the colors fly everything where blue purple green my paints fell in the ocean changing into rainbow colors immediately. Suddenly there’s a hoe in my boat, I fell in the ocean to see a bunch of rainbow fish a sea turtle and a sail. I see a Leprechaun with this magical way beneath the ocean he holds my hand and tells me he’s my father I slightly smile and blush saying thank you. The Leprechaun brings me to a world in the ocean full of gold cash and plenty of Dolphins, Snails whales with lots of ocean life. Then he disappeares the Leprechaun from a distance I see he’s patching my boat from the hoe. The shark ate me in the ocean I though when I was down deep under ,but it was all a dream at sea. I wake up to the sound of the great blue waves and a beautiful Rainbow high above me along the dawn morning.
By Bianca M Rosario5 years ago in Poets
For miles
In a world that begs me color blind I absolutely refuse For there is beauty in these hands we bind And in its constant abuse
By Taylor Sierson5 years ago in Poets
A Tale Told By Two Colours
I am a blue tele wire rubber band, who’s lifespan depends on how anxious my master is. My objective of use was initially to hold the hair together.
By saruha kilaru5 years ago in Poets
Awakened Alcoholic
So they say I’m alcoholic Guess that’s what they chose to call it When you know more than the rest You put the Evil to the test
By Jenna Whyatt5 years ago in Poets
Blue
Sparkling with the sunlight reflecting on the royal sapphire in my ear Teal of clear abundant summer skies and fluffy clouds will soon appear
By Richard James Clark5 years ago in Poets
Sunflower, Sunflower
I drew a sunflower On his back-- Petals The size of my fists. Yellow Orange With a hint of red While he lay Sleeping
By Kristen Hansen5 years ago in Poets
Power of Pink
Thought associated with femininity, And her girly charm, She fights fiercely, Don’t say you haven’t been warned, For when she steps out in all sassy might,
By Jen Nicole5 years ago in Poets
I See a Rainbow
I see rain. The color of the sky, the wind is rustling my mind. And that’s when the wind picks me up off the ground and takes me where I've always wanted to go. Home.
By Seth5 years ago in Poets
Thousand Colors
The grey man came To see this baby of a thousand colors. Afraid, you became For you this was just horror ! “You will be my pure beloved child
By Kirsty5 years ago in Poets