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.

Two pathways.
I remember, I remember it all too well… The dawns rays piercing through the eastern horizon, The light bursting the shadows veil that ruled over the night.
By Jordan Zuniga5 years ago in Poets
The Final Grand Finale!
For years I’ve been hooked. On writing My Story as a book. I always get stuck, in the traumatic muck. But that changed,
By christy jordan5 years ago in Poets
Detritus
Buzz Lightyear is laying face down on the floor. I think he's too tired to play anymore. A dozen tiny teddy bears have crawled into a tray.
By Donna Marie5 years ago in Poets
3:5
Though graphite sharper has been made, preferred to make this point with blade one drawn made sharp by double-edge so sharp enough to clear a hedge.
By Tehn Dencies 5 years ago in Poets
Intentional and/or Unconventional...How Bizarre*
With my door slightly ajar, I sat in my cozy nook, reading from my small black notebook. Remembering each and every page.
By christy jordan5 years ago in Poets
Vision of Hor-Khahotep
A vision as told by Hor-Khahotep: In the mist of a lucid dream, present is two recognizable heroes, a master artist, two overseers and myself. Hero one is emphatic and confident of his victory. He states, “Adonim, Adonim.” He grabs a paper and writes the word, then points and says, “the Spirit of Adonim”. Hero two walks in holding a small black notebook and says, “this is where you can find the Spirit of Adonim". Simultaneously, the master artist begins to draw lines conceiving from the written word of hero one. Line by line the image is revealed.
By Crowne5 years ago in Poets
Lightning in a Bottle
“Tom,” the old matriarch bellowed, addressing the boy clad in tattered clothes sitting in the chair in front of her. The candlelight cast shadows upon the creases of her face as if they were writhing black rivers. “Thomas, can you hear me?” The boy did not answer.
By C. H. Parker5 years ago in Poets
What is, what has yet to be...
The unexpected grey area as the mists would then appear, A sudden hindrance towards clarity, the desire for a seer, The confusion and worry, the air so close and tight,
By Jordan Zuniga5 years ago in Poets
3:4
Bicentennial re-hear them sing: “go to the moon and do the other thing.” continue to write amongst the sign of parsley, sage, rosemary, & thyme.
By Tehn Dencies 5 years ago in Poets
3:6
The time of written end draws near at left side binding center’s stare. Hear mind shall on continue flow to notice curse, and then let go.
By Tehn Dencies 5 years ago in Poets
Memories & Poems
Memory is a mysterious thing, sometimes you forget what you believe is important, and often times you remember insignificant details of your day, some people even remember that which never happened. I think it can be called illusion.
By Helena Soares5 years ago in Poets
3:3
Time told becomes a simple construct… A coded message towards the conduct of one hear decodes all the points don the salve on eyes anoint.
By Tehn Dencies 5 years ago in Poets