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 Be Sorry Be You
Don’t Be Sorry Be You Do not shrink down to fit their hands, do not apologise for breath, you were not made to dim your light,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Exhausted in Technicolor
I am tired in ways the sun can never warm, bones humming like streetlights that never turn off. They call it resilience and strength
By Cadma3 months ago in Poets
I Saw You
I saw you peeking in on me when I was maybe, two or three Such a sight were you to see we were like two pods in a pea ~~~~
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 months ago in Poets
Dear Moon
I've been told there's a man in the moon I've been told there's a man on the moon I've been told either way there's a man
By Emma Weir3 months ago in Poets
A Letter To The Moon For Help
A Letter to the Moon Dear Moon, I write this letter softly, with trembling hands and hopeful eyes, for you are closer to heaven than I am,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
When Love Died
When Love Died When love died the room fell still, a quiet settled on the walls, and every breath felt heavy then, as if the air was learning grief.
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Must the Kindest Always Sacrifice for an Uneasy Peace?
In situations of inequality, a false "peace" often prevails only through the sacrifice of the kindest person. When that kind person finally refuses to sacrifice any longer, they are instantly branded a "disruptor of harmony." Believe it or not, this dynamic is a reality for many.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing3 months ago in Poets
The Serial Killer
The Serial Killer He walked the night in steady steps, a shadow moving through the streets, and though the world around him slept,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
The Man That Was Spooky as Can Be
The Man That Was Spooky as Can Be He walked the lanes when night was near, His eyes like glass, his voice unclear. A hat pulled low, his coat too wide,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
The Hollow Who Mistook Care for Weakness
The Hollow Who Mistook Care for Weakness A Mythic Protest OUTSTAGES CAFÉ PRODUCTION ADOBE FIREFLY He came with a smile and a borrowed book,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 months ago in Poets
The Candle That Burned and Dripped Pure Blood
The Candle That Burned and Dripped Pure Blood It stood in silence, wax white and thin, A fragile ghost where fire had been.
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
The Path of a Poet’s Soul
The Path of a Poet’s Soul I walked that path, with questions in the breeze, And the soil whispered secrets, with such ease.
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets