Best Fact Poems
Fact Or Fool Who be You
I have seen
fools ranting
what's up Pink Floyd
No thinkers, no education
only poets with muse and frustration
The deniers of science
are committing massive crimes
jail should be their only pudding
sadly Covid takes many of them away
I have no sympathy for their ignorant play
the only ones bouncing in their beds
are the scientists
angry that such ignorance spreads
it's always the morons who resist
why do people carry such hate?
to tell lie upon lie upon loathing lie
letting thousands more in pain die
the penitentiary should be their fate
American prejudice has failed us
funding is ever lacking
Teachers who know not what's cracking
No wonder fools get away with the fuss
Science does not cover up
it only learns, adapts and that's a must
over six billion vaccines
thousands of doctors have over seen
The outbreaks now you see
are the unvaxxed injected with stupidity
they blame all the immigrants
hatred always blames the outsider
All in all, stupidity is never very tall
I'm broken in pieces
I'm fractured, in fact
by more than a few
inexcusable acts
I try to acknowledge
each piece of my mind
or at least all the bits
that I still can find
An artist, a writer
aspiring poet-
perhaps other things
I don't even know yet!
Coming into my own
although now middle-aged
recovering wreckage
from the wars I have waged
I'm broken in pieces
yet, hopeful at last
for present and future
a change from the past...
Creature of myths and legends
most deny that you ever exist
yet time after time you reappear
history the world wide names you
Depicts you with spiral single horn
gleaming white starry coat
its said only in a virgin you trust
when you will lay your head
In her lap as she tames
your ferocity and wildness
only then can you be caught
yet should we capture you?
Is it not best to leave you free?
some things are best left alone
never to be proved as fact
I know I believe you to be real
Yet a wondrous creature living hidden
that forever free and wild should be
allowed to roam in our minds and hearts
bringing hope and joy to future generations
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for PD's contest written 06/11/2013
The unicorn is a legendary animal from European folklore that resembles a white horse with a large, pointed, spiralling horn projecting from its forehead, and cloven hooves. First mentioned by the ancient Greeks, it became the most important imaginary animal of the Middle Ages and Renaissance when it was commonly described as an extremely wild woodland creature, a symbol of purity and grace, which could only be captured by a virgin. In the encyclopedias its horn was said to have the power to render poisoned water potable and to heal sickness.
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A childs innocent eyes should never know this place.
Blood stains the soul.
News reports flash another soon to be lost face.
She was just heading home unsuspecting of the danger.
In a world she should not know.
The veil of innocence shattred many will be affected by
the sick act of a stranger.
broken is the body tossed like rag doll into the
trash alone in her cries.
Taken so many with her as the innocent dies.
The evening news plays a mothers plea.
Hope is all they cling to as time does pass.
Prayers asked of many but it's outta the
hands of you and me.
What is a story on the evening news is a life
stolen from the hearts many held dear.
To know this pain is beyond understanding
it exist's on the edge of hell in the constant season
known as fear.
A perfect innocent face.
Should never exist apon posters.
Missing to only eternally haunt the
memories space.
Do monsters exist young fearful eye's ask seeking
protection as helpless to answer the question.
you havent a clue.
And with eyes cast with regret.
The parent with a heavy heart most reply
yes they do.
A duck
can't cluck
~ So what
Fact and Fiction are two words that cause a lot of friction
Therefore, sometimes it’s all about the diction
Like a poem they both have meaning
To the audience you are seeking
A fact though is just that, in that it is proved
Fiction though just tends to lend us clues
The best way therefore for us to act
Is to stick with the facts
Fact is truth and reality
Fiction just fantasy
DAMO
FACT OR FICTION
Is your belief fact or fiction today
Do you really believe what Gods' word does say
Do you really have the Word in your heart
Or are you just acting the part
You can't fool God you know
To Him your heart does show
He knows what is and isn't fact
He knows if it's real or just an act
Fact or fiction what shall it be
If it's real or not you need to see
Only the real can get through
where will your belief get you
RUTH PHIPPS
Lord,
You see me as a saint
While I see myself a sinner
You see me on the next page
As I'm stuck on this one dog eared
You see me as beyond myself
I see me where I'm at
You see me like nobody else
Please help me to grasp that fact
Lord,
You see me through your sacrifice
I fall down on my knees
You see me through the breath of life
In you I need to breathe
You see me in pure love
A love I'd love to have
You tell me that you are enough
Please help me to grasp that fact
Lord,
You see me in eternity
I see myself finite
You see me beyond the veil of humanity
I've yet to turn on that light
You see me as your greatest creation
I see all that I lack
Over me you have elation
Please help me to grasp that fact
joined up writing
joinedupwriting.
It follows on and that's a fact.
Tuesday from Monday and that then from Sunday
and what may I ask has that got to do
with anything?
but you have an answer
you always do.
if I sleep it's to keep the dreams safe from dying
lost to the world in a world full of people trying
to stretch out their days and long past their sell by,
why then
follow on?
Politics like Sticklebricks are catching.
Vote for the one and others follow on
Peter and John,
Matthew and Luke all read from the
new manifesto,
new seeds in the fields where our men grow,
growing to where it is men go.
I'm rambling again and need coffee to curtail
this pain, but I fear sleep is the only release.
you yawn and no one sees
he yawns and drowns out the world.
Between the lines, of fact, and tale,
a persons life, we know not well.
Some insight we have, but not all the truth,
between the lines, read by me, and you.
A release of sort, in our words of rhyme,
our therapy to calm, when we feel like crying.
Days will come, and then they pass,
bringing sunshine, and shadows that last.
Thoughts rekindled from yesterdays mind,
reading the words written from a poet in time.
Miles between, separate our face,
but words of wisdom we daily trace.
Explore the words from everyone here,
although very far, they are always so near.
My brother is a teller
Of tales so tall,
He wishes Google
Didn't exist at all!
Once i came here with light
Now darkness glitters...
Champagne has star status
A good sparkling wine that has small bubbles,
never gets old ... (we say: a great vintage )
... what about myself ... (I bubble, sometimes )
A birthday
come ... and go - (happy birthday 23 july :)
A celebration of the year that has passed ?
- No ...
the step on a new journey
of the year that is about to begin
I want to celebrate in a horizontal position
... with fluffy hair
The day I'm sour like vinegar ... I'm old
The secret of staying young:
Never reveal your age ... give yourself five stars
In the end
... teeth and friends fall out
22.07.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Scrubbing the oven is not my thing
But it’s part of the deal with a wedding ring
Michael Latido has quite a history.
He is considered a medical mystery.
The razor blades, nuts and bolts.
Eaten by him and other dolts.
Are nothing, compared to namely,
His eating a grocer cart, bicycle
and claim to fame, doing away inanely...
With a complete Cessna airplane
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