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.

Gravity
Everything is up and down, like a triumphant FUCK YOU to Gravity. Tall metal, steel atoms, neatly arranged, projectiles into air, winged electrons scurrying thermodynamically, the magic of magnetism. Royally inconsequential, when you really think about it.
By MINDSOCKET6 years ago in Poets
Phar Lap
Champion thoroughbred racehorse No one knew this at the start, of course. In the Great Depression in 1930’s People needed hope and a HERO
By Janelle barker6 years ago in Poets
Port Arthur Massacre
The murder Martin Bryant Was not reliant, Subnormal IQ, intellectual disability 28 years old, Had a heart that was cold.
By Janelle barker6 years ago in Poets
I have been left alone
i have been pulled into a vortex of nothingness, where structure has no meaning i have been left to a world, where i am forced to seek liberation from my own mind
By Abysola Hajaroh6 years ago in Poets
Simple Kite
Sitting down looking at the clock, fighting past the writers block, thinking of a theme good enough to write, into my head pops a simple kite,
By Jenni Lodge6 years ago in Poets
Free
The thought of running Is always held close To my heart. It keeps my head Higher than I'd like, If I'm honest. I've dreamt of leaving
By smith morgan6 years ago in Poets
The Day They Turned Me Into a Chola (I'm Asian)
As an actor and a comedian, I am broke So when you tell me you’ll pay me, I get stoked One day I got a call asking if I’m free now
By Valerie Vibar6 years ago in Poets
Growing Old
I am growing older day by day Hair that was brown is now so Grey I was full of energy wild and free Now I am so tired, what happened to me
By Marie381Uk 6 years ago in Poets
Memories That Haunt
As I tiptoe down the cold candle-lit hall his memory creaks in my mind with every step, every movement. I can no longer hide amongst the shadows, for he is there with me.
By Test6 years ago in Poets
Literature is the lonely planet of idealists
The intrigue, fiction and imaginative nature of literature has always labelled it close to being idealistic yet it has always represented the common man with zest and fervor and is an imitation of and individual and his surrounding’s influence on him.
By Zain Iqbal6 years ago in Poets
I am Legend
I opened Pandora's Box and spirit is guiding me to new heights of Enlightenment of consciousness Everything I need to see and hear they see it and hear it on my behalf.
By Jannai Calderon6 years ago in Poets
Parasitic instincts
Your pure intentions are a pathway for our Parasitic Intents, We only have the tendency to lay with those who can be reached.
By Jannai Calderon6 years ago in Poets