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 Hollow Hours of a Mind That Never Sleeps
The Hollow Hours of a Mind That Never Sleeps In the quiet corners of my mind, shadows hum, They crawl through the veins of thought and time,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
The Eyes I Never Owned
The Eyes I Never Owned They told me I would see, the world reborn through glass, A gift pulled from another, stitched into my flesh.
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
The Graveyard of Forgotten Dreams
The Graveyard of Forgotten Dreams Night drapes its cloak across my shoulders, A fabric heavy with unseen sorrow, It moves slow through the corridors of memory,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Relationship Peace and Personal Space
The most comfortable way to spend time together is actually the kind of love that brings the greatest peace of mind. It's not about talking from morning till night, constantly spouting endless nonsense. Instead, it's about both of you being busy with your own things and then sharing interesting things with each other.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing3 months ago in Poets
Yesterday’s Love
Yesterday’s Love Yesterday’s love walks through my mind. Like footsteps fading on the sand, It lingers still in tender echoes,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
The Deep Thinkers
The Deep Thinkers Who Breathe Through the Storm Part Two An Outstages Cafe They speak in sparks, not shallow streams,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 months ago in Poets
The Room Without Doors
The Room Without Doors I live inside a room of sighs, Its walls hum softly, a mournful song, No windows show the passing world,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Anything But This
Anything But This I can take the storms, the thunder, I can take the heartbreak and the rain, Not this quiet that drowns in comfort,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
CAN’T BELIEVE IT
Certain things In life just see It Circus full of clowns go be IT Can’t be choosing for their show Take your time…. Nice and slow
By Haychie_Artist3 months ago in Poets
The Widow’s Waltz
The Widow’s Waltz She danced alone in faded silk, Her shoes still shined, her hair still neat, The gramophone was old and tired,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Drifting Away
He wakes in a haze It’s dark He searches for a light He bangs He screams He shivers The man said he would know Now he does
By Carol Saint Martin3 months ago in Poets
A Deep Dark Night in the Jungle
A Deep Dark Night in the Jungle A deep dark night in the jungle breathes, Where vines hang low like secret dreams, And creatures whisper through the shadows,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets