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 Moonlit Stranger
The Moonlit Stranger You stepped through silver shadows, As if the night bowed down, Your presence held a fire, Your stare held something wild.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
When You Held My Heart
When You Held My Heart Your touch steadied my breath, Your hands restored my calm, You held my heart like crystal, Yet strong enough to guard.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
HIS LOVE
All my relationships resulted in failure, Or was I the failure? All came, the beauty and the wise, none knew how to measure my personal desires nor to reflect back my love.
By Uhone Titus 2 months ago in Poets
The Heart That Found Yours
The Heart That Found Yours I wandered without anchor, Lost between past and pain, Unsure of where to place, The pieces of my soul.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Stop Before It Is Too Late
Stop Before It Is Too Late She held the door, hands trembling hard, feeling time slip through every breath. The warnings rose,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Banking Dreams
shards of thieves and bards drifting through the thee and you resting upon my waking head like morning dew as I lay in bed
By A. S. Lawrence2 months ago in Poets
Over the Horizon
The Horizon Opens Before the whisper, before the chord, before the balloon caught wind There was a breath. A breath that stirred the archive,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 months ago in Poets
The Locksmith
The Locksmith I gather your nights one by one, turning each key inside my mind. I gather the breaths you try to hide,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Where are my readers from
Where are my readers from I wonder who is reading these quiet lines. what part of the world. From what location, or corner of the world
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Gathering Christmas Memories
Gathering Christmas Memories I gather the nights we once shared, when laughter filled every quiet room. I gather the warmth
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Love That Cuts and Heals
Love That Cuts and Heals Your words could scar the heavens, Your breath could calm a storm, I lived inside your balance,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Why My Quiet Matters
I didn’t learn silence in the soft way. It wasn’t handed to me like a folded blanket or a warm cup of tea. My quiet was shaped in the echo after doors slammed, in the spaces where people spoke over me, in the long pauses where I waited for someone to see I was hurting. For years, my quiet felt like a bruise I couldn’t point to. It wasn’t peaceful. It wasn’t chosen. It was just where I went when the world didn’t leave room for me.
By LUNA EDITH2 months ago in Poets