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.

You Are What You Are
You Are What You Are You are what you are, Not shaped by them, Not carved by fear, Not bent by noise. You walk your path,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Never Give Up
Never Give Up The night drips slow, Through broken dreams, Where silence hums, In endless streams. The walls are cold,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The Staircase That Watches
The Staircase That Watches Each step was waiting, Old and aware, Holding the whispers, Caught in the air. The boards were restless,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Rise Now Oh Winter Winds Rise!
Rise now Oh winter winds Rise! send forth your frosty vanguard drain the moisture from the air before it ripping the breath
By Matthew J. Fromm2 months ago in Poets
Roots of My Own Heart
Roots of My Own Heart I feel the roots break, Inside my chest, Reaching for moments, Never at rest. They twist through memories,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Glass Heart
I carry a heart made of glass. Thin and trembling in my hands. Every look, every word. Makes it shake a little, leaves a mark.
By Emily2 months ago in Poets
Heart On The Floor
I've always made myself less So that you’d love me more I tore my heart from my chest You threw it on the floor I cut my tongue from my mouth
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 months ago in Poets
A Bird’s Eye View
A Bird’s Eye View I watched the world, from where I stood, above the branch, beyond the good. The sky was cracked, the sun bled red,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
1982 Pontiac. Content Warning.
On a hot summer day, a day like any other, Gleeful urban youth, run and chase one another, hydrants cracked open to cool melanin skin,
By Ezekiel Xander2 months ago in Poets
The Power of No Expectations
Any relationship is more comfortable when you release expectations. As is often attributed to Shakespeare, "Expectations are wounds."
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 months ago in Poets
The Orchard Where Hearts Broke
The Orchard Where Hearts Broke We met in shade Fruit hanging low Your smile warm My heart open Joy circled us Light on the path
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Ixchel
In the ethereal tapestry of existence, under the watchful gaze of Ixchel’s guiding light under my mother wove the threads that brought me forth into this vibrant, chaotic world. You gifted me to my mother and before you left, you said, when it is time for me to return, you will be confused, but as you look to the uj (moon) in the sky, you will be comforted.
By "Ann Garza"2 months ago in Poets