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.

The Emperor of Freedom
My skin is the shade of my ancestors. A deep, rich cocoa. A cocoa as rich as Haiti's soil. A soil that weaves through the streets and moutains of the Island.
By Nicky5 years ago in Poets
Colors
Goood morning Color Black, How did you sleep? Quite nice color white since no one made a peep. Good morning Color Yellow how do you do?
By Gena and Donald Hall5 years ago in Poets
Omnicolore
Aloha, Pictured is a poetic postulate on #Color by myself, Kainoa Written. This piece was written to be submitted to Vocal & Moleskine for their True Colors poem challenge.
By Kainoa Written5 years ago in Poets
(We, the) Untitled Must Inquire
Is it called Birth for we that enter memory light, love, and time in two? Is it grey that speaks life into our life long prose
By Cameron Boyd5 years ago in Poets
Immortal Wizard I AM
Roses were read and violets weren't blue..... Sometime a long time ago, a different poem told a LIE to you! You never learned how to see in your fantasy . So I came to help. to set you free....
By Matthew Hastings5 years ago in Poets
"I" THE COLOR "ME"
I walk in shades of pink, you call me names... I declare blue, to satisfy... which couldn't be furthest from the truth I reclaim unwillingly I'm "so"- you know that color no one knows...
By Lonnie Hughes5 years ago in Poets
Her Colors and His Shapes
I look in the mirror and see him and see her I look at the eyes and see his dull ache of thoughts and see her innocence in brown doe relief
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Poets
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