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.

Don’t Drink from the Piss Pot. Content Warning.
Don’t Drink from the Piss Pot Don’t drink from the piss pot, no, really, don’t do that. This isn’t a grey area, it’s a hard no, end of chat.
By Marie381Uk 24 days ago in Poets
Love Has No Rules
Love Has No Rules Love has no rules, no chalk lines on the floor, No book that tells the heart what it should do. It walks in barefoot, knocks once, then stays,
By Marie381Uk 24 days ago in Poets
Peace Is All I Wanted
Peace Is All I Wanted Peace is all I wanted, nothing more, Not riches, not a crown, not perfect days. Just quiet in my chest when night falls down,
By Marie381Uk 24 days ago in Poets
Attention Earthlings
Attention earthlings A message from outer space We have been sent to destroy you Yes, the entire human race The plan was to break you
By Raine Fielder24 days ago in Poets
Don’t Be Cruel He Is My Child
Don’t Be Cruel He Is My Child He stands in the doorway with folded arms and silence, Watching a boy breathe like it offends the room.
By Marie381Uk 24 days ago in Poets
New You New Me
A new year with a subdued start Blue beginnings, and a pink, cute heart I Bring it on, I bring it back I call it out, I call it whack
By Chantal Christie Weiss24 days ago in Poets
The One-Way Street: Why We Cling to Pain
Life is a one-way street, so there's truly nothing to fuss about! When encountering unpleasant people or situations, many people know they ought to let go and not hold grudges. They understand this would prevent their hearts from being troubled, allowing life to be more carefree. Yet, they simply can't let go, which is the source of their pain and unhappiness.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing24 days ago in Poets
My Head Is Spinning Round
My Head Is Spinning Round My head is spinning round again, thoughts refuse to land. Questions pile on questions, none asking to be answered yet.
By Marie381Uk 24 days ago in Poets
Un-Wilting.
You fumbled in the darkness, a place where others lived in light. You foraged days for warmth, embedding through the night.
By Latisha Fairfull25 days ago in Poets
Apples for My Teacher
Apples for My Teacher Apples for my teacher, placed careful on the desk. A simple thank you wrapped in red, for patience at its best.
By Marie381Uk 25 days ago in Poets
Gluttony.
The world now walks the path that you laid, But still, you steal, you lie, you trade. - Your hands have held every desire,
By Latisha Fairfull25 days ago in Poets
Poison in a Bottle
Poison in a Bottle Poison in a bottle, labelled something sweet. Warnings printed far too small, to notice underneath.
By Marie381Uk 25 days ago in Poets