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.
Memorably Unusual
A shirtless man on a unicycle I once did see At a petrol station, he wobbled past me He dismounted with care Filled his mount’s tyre with air
Michael LewisPublished 20 minutes ago in Poets
Social Justice: The Moral Imperative of Our Time
Social Justice: A Call to Action Social justice is a term that has gained increasing prominence in recent years. It refers to the idea that all people should be treated equally, with fairness and dignity. In practice, this means promoting policies that aim to reduce inequalities and protect vulnerable populations, such as the poor, minorities, and marginalized groups. Social justice is a moral imperative, and one that we must all strive to achieve.
prabas naiduPublished 42 minutes ago in Poets
fire that burned ablaze.
Two girls sat by the river's edge, Their hearts and minds both filled with pledge. They talked of love and what it meant,
FOOLS GOLD
Sally hailed from Tin Pan Alley. Bullies called her Silly Sally. Tenacious and bold, Sally searched for gold, finding pyrite in Death Valley.
Babs IversonPublished about 4 hours ago in PoetsSisyphus
Perpetually pushing that boulder, With an ever-increasing sore shoulder. Al Camus insists, There is meaning to this, Sis' found purpose in life as he rolled her.
Conor DarrallPublished about 4 hours ago in PoetsThe Last Limerick
"I wash my hands of this preposterous competition — upon sanity, it wages a war of attrition! I've swore to quit cold-turkey,
Jacob ShermanPublished about 4 hours ago in Poets
Yet Another Limerick
The story's complete in my head. To translate to print I must tread, over hills of broken glass, while lava pools burn my ass.
Cathy holmesPublished about 4 hours ago in Poets
#GOALS
There was a young lady called Felicia Who posted her beauty on social media She'd parade her long hair Though only the front, would she dare
Rory McKenziePublished about 5 hours ago in Poets
Madmen
There once was a man named Anger the Giant. Known for being the most venomous client. Don't get in his way, or you will have to pay,
Lamar WigginsPublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsWhat a dump
It's a good thing Elephants can't fly. Imagine the biggest animals high in the sky, and taking boulder size dumps, that comes straight out of their giant rumps,
Kylecovey SmithPublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsNew World
The world came apart at the seam At first, she thought it was a dream Then the oceans exploded, The deserts corroded,
ChrisAnn AllenPublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsThe Airship
The airship began to take flight When meteors shot through the night It lifted too high Abandoned the sky And Earth was soon out of sight
ChrisAnn AllenPublished about 5 hours ago in Poets
