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 Eye That Saw Too Much
The Eye That Saw Too Much It blinked open and refused to close, seeing everything I tried to hide, its gaze sliding through walls, through doors,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The Clock That Knew My Name
The Clock That knew My Name The clock ticked, but not with hours, it ticked with moments I could not recall, its hands crawling like insects,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Sky of Quiet Dreams
Sky of Quiet Dreams The sky opens wide, with colours drifting, soft as a memory, that never learned to fade. A circle hangs high,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
When You Don't Know Where to Go, Where Should You Turn?
You can now be at peace with yourself and begin to hear your inner voice. Sometimes you feel sorry for yourself, and other times you are grateful for the courage you have shown.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 months ago in Poets
Heart of Fire
Heart of Fire A heart burns bright, in the open dark, red and fierce, against the silence. flames rise slowly, curling in gold,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The Gathering/The Raid
The Gathering/The Raid Workers of Pathways Part Two The concrete of the hospital steps was already seeping cold through the knees of her scrubs. The nurse had not moved since she found the bundle. She just held it held her, Baby Sofia, though she did not have a name yet tight against the warmth of her chest, shielding her from the institutional chill.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 months ago in Poets
The Woman in Midnight Roses
The Woman in Midnight Roses her face stays still, white as moonlight, with shadows resting, beneath calm eyes. blue roses rise,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Flames and Shadows
Flames and Shadows red candles burn, in a heavy room, their glow shaking, like they know my name. the mirror behind them,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Before Midnight Fell
Before Midnight Fell I walked the narrow path, feeling the world fall still, as midnight gathered, and whispered my fate.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Replaceable
It comes back hard, in flashes now Those memories of who we were Sparks and hints of when and how That now, are just a blur
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 months ago in Poets
Corporate Bullshit
The corporate structure—a city with rules of its own. Company policies: the commandments of the city of stress. The CEO, the mighty god, with HR as his or her noble disciples.
By Armand Slayer2 months ago in Poets
Is the Unforgettable Feeling Worth More Than the Person?
When a relationship has no future, ending it is solely your own affair—a decision you must make for yourself. The best way to treat yourself well is by no longer hoping to influence him.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 months ago in Poets