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.

Every Colour He Ever Was
Every Colour He Ever Was He bursts into the room like a promise kept, tail wagging hard enough to move the day. Joy spills out in colours I cannot name,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Where the Light Learns My Name
Where the Light Learns My Name Love arrives without knocking at my ribs, it settles like breath I forgot I held. Nothing dramatic, no sudden demand,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
One Breath
Where I come from, the air is heavy. Not just with heat, but with things unsaid. Every breath feels like it carries old stories I never chose.
By Salman Writesabout a month ago in Poets
Rotation Of Names Poetry And Stories
Rotation or names poetry and stories I submit my work the way you asked me to, clean image, careful words, patience in place.
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Too Many Tears
Too Many Tears Too many tears have fallen from this heart, each one carrying a story I never told, and I wipe them away with quiet hands,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
The Dark
The Dark The dark moves slowly across the room, touching the corners where old memories stay, and I feel its weight upon my shoulders,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
The Space Between Heartbeats
The Space Between Heartbeats There is a place where love does not speak, it lives between one heartbeat and the next. Not loud or desperate for attention,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Incarcerated Brothers, Maybe Broooothers, Like Brothers Brothers
I'm GAY! Not the funny type of gay! The real, gay, the gay gay shit! Well, it started when my father wasn't able to tell me he loved me! Then my mother left me on a door-step of another neighbor! Real TOUGH shit! I got like 10 baby momma's! Some horse radish ice-cream, but truth be told, I kind of needed some pillow talk time! I needed "SEX"! Not a person, who could "PROVIDE" sex... Nah, just sex. I needed "MONEY"! Not a person, who could "PROVIDE" money... Nah, just money. So this is the last time I'm telling you...
By 365poetryabout a month ago in Poets
One Cigarette
Preach to me my lips That gives me a consistent kiss An unbearable touch In between the tips Let it slip, this is something I don't need to miss
By Kaidenabout a month ago in Poets
Coolness Of Ash
bones afire Begging for the coolness of ash Smeared boldly on the face of the defeated Bravely tired As we prepare the race to be completed
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Poets
Take a Breath
Take a Breath I set the candle down inside my chest, where worry used to pace in heavy shoes. The flame stands still, not begging for the dark,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
It is Time to Stop Being a Saint
At 35, it's time to stop playing the saint; stop feeding everyone. I gave you a bottle of water in the desert. When we got to the city, you bought me a bottle, claiming we were even. This is the harsh reality of human nature.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a month ago in Poets