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.

Patient
I grieved two uncles in January And in February the family dog Come March I lost my patience And in April became a patient myself
By Lauren Tyler Scott5 years ago in Poets
The Painted Girl
she sits like a dream, or so he thinks as his brush begins to stroke the canvas. a smile twitches at her mouth, though he's said not a word,
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Poets
Brown Blue Jays & Red Blueberries
Brown Blue Jays & Red Blueberries I’m the masterpiece of a color-blind artist I’m green like the leaves on the edges of hollow trees
By Travis Birdman 5 years ago in Poets
Blush
I always tried to resist pink, but how could I? In that world there are dream houses, there are dolls with shiny breasts of plastic
By Oliver5 years ago in Poets
A Brief History of The Colors in My Life
At first there was the blackness, The silence, The nothing. Then in 1994 my mother bore the burden of giving birth to this earthling.
By Aynsley Zane Johnson5 years ago in Poets
Green and gray
being green is easy I used to think green was gross one day I realized what owns me is gray How fun, How fun it is to be green and gray
By Benjamin Skaggs5 years ago in Poets
See Me
When you look in the mirror? What do you see Well I see me A beautiful black queen From the melanin of my skin To my beautiful small chin
By Holly Underwood5 years ago in Poets
The Colors of My Life
Bright, bi, beautiful, bold, broken, blue. Obedient, obliging, offbeat, overlooked, orange. Radiant, rakish, resilient, rejected, rose.
By Angela Woods5 years ago in Poets
Interpreter: Achromatic
It’s hard to imagine not seeing colour because it’s all I’ve ever know. From before I can remember my mother asked me
By Susan Kendal5 years ago in Poets
Shades
THEY SAY There are colors the human Eye cannot see I would choose For me An unknown shade of green. A hue to match
By “L”5 years ago in Poets
Light
Pretty in pink is soft, bright and beautiful Always been a little too girly for her "Tomboy demeanor" Never was her first pick
By Laura Brown5 years ago in Poets
ME made of more colors than three.
Start writing... Streaked by the sun, my marigolds grow. Peaches and cream set the streaks on my cheeks. Emerald glares from my gaze. As I once stumbled through a slate haze. My breathe now blue as a breeze. Violets are my kisses, fuchsia is my squeeze. Crimson and tangerine set my eyes ablaze, it's that fire in my eye that subdued my high. The colors of my soul, give my aura a prismatic glow! For Iam the one made to love in color because the world is black and white!
By Melynda mccord 5 years ago in Poets