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.
True Friends: Walking the Path Together?
Real life is not a straight line and the friends we make during this journey can evolve as well. But true friends? It is much of them still being the ones who can stand by us, in both, good and tough times.
Emily Chan - Life and love sharingPublished 3 days ago in PoetsFrom Fear to Fiesta: My Unforgettable Avocado Awakening
Ah, the avocado. If you consider me, it was not a love at first bite. Its thick, weird lumps encapsulated an inside that I wasn’t sure I wanted to know: a soft patch of green.
Emily Chan - Life and love sharingPublished 3 days ago in PoetsA Flying Dinosaur
Once there was a creature .. a creature thst it’s quite majestic and mystical… a creature that has been existed for over billion years ago—-
Meghan LeVaughnPublished 3 days ago in PoetsSubjective
stir the pot thicker than the blood dripping from the thoughts off the top of my head rabble rouser, true art styler, never want to be a hero, rather be the Nero to art
Paul StewartPublished 3 days ago in Poetsborn of stardust
born of stardust clever line gives a real sense of direction where this is heading and why the embers of the dying light
Paul StewartPublished 3 days ago in PoetsInto the Wilderness
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one well-tread, With soft a sand surface beneath my feet And the harsh wilderness trimmed to a fringe
Matthew FrommPublished 3 days ago in PoetsWholesale Repackaged Trauma
literary voyeurism deciphering symbolism I want to be the fly on your wall the one you don't notice anymore the one you feed all your
Paul StewartPublished 3 days ago in PoetsClear Thoughts
Burning in silence, why do my thoughts feel so clear, when I am sitting with you.
James GreenPublished 3 days ago in PoetsWords'
"Words are whispers of the soul, Echoes of our deepest goal. They weave a tapestry of thought, A symphony of emotions brought.
Isra SaleemPublished 3 days ago in PoetsThe Shroud of Turin
Stone rolled away, from the darkened tomb , Bereft of it’s only occupant, just as an empty womb. Lying on the slab of rock, at one end she saw
Sarah Fiander HarrisonPublished 3 days ago in PoetsTyrannosaurus hex
I wish I had existed until the advent of magic, Maybe then my fate wouldn't have been so tragic, A fiery rock descended from the crimson sky,
Neil MarathePublished 3 days ago in PoetsA Bird On China Rose
The image shows a tiny bird perched on a vivid China rose, sometimes called a hibiscus, in a delicate and entrancing moment. The rich crimson petals of the China rose provide a striking contrast with the shimmering emerald green and azure blue feathers of the bird. Its small claws carefully and gently hold onto the thin stem so as not to damage the fragile blossom. The large, velvety petals and thick, green foliage of the China rose give the impression that they are holding the bird in a caring embrace. A faint breeze makes the petals sway slightly, giving the landscape a feeling of movement and vitality. Sunlight penetrates through the garden, giving it a warm, golden tint. The harmonic interaction of nature's creations is captured in this calm scene, a moment of beauty and grace that is both ephemeral and timeless.
Nahid SultanaPublished 3 days ago in Poets