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.
Words In Water
The most devastating feeling for a writer is losing your favorite notebook : The one with all your thoughts and feelings spread
Sarah JanePublished 4 days ago in PoetsThe Hydra
Fine. I admit it. I am no match for this hydra, No Hercules, I. Not the wit to defeat the many headed beast So I keep chopping. Why?
Will TudgePublished 5 days ago in Poets
Getting Older
I sat on the four-legged stool with a mug that I might Just tilt back and drip the coffee into my mouth, a race Of droplets teetering on the white ceramic against the clock.
Vanya VonnegutPublished 9 days ago in Poets
Dear Mom, Nightmares Don't Scare Me Anymore...
Hey Mom, I never told you this before, but...nightmares don't scare me anymore. I still miss how I gave you a tight hug, and all the problems of the world would go away. I wish I had that option even today.
Mehek KapoorPublished 10 days ago in PoetsDeath By Familiarity
Familiarity can be a slow poison when the toxins around you start to feel just like home : When you feel a sense of safety, warmth, and inclusion
Sarah JanePublished 10 days ago in Poets
Alt Pandora's Box
According to Hesiod, when Prometheus stole fire from heaven, Zeus, the king of the gods, took vengeance by presenting Pandora to Prometheus' brother Epimetheus. Pandora opened a jar left in her care containing sickness, death and many other unspecified evils which were then released into the world, but what if Pandora’s Box or Jar contained nothing but good things. I know hope was there at the bottom, but I feel that often humanity looks for the worst things.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 10 days ago in PoetsHate Sex
The best sex I ever had was with someone who secretly hated me : Love and hate are two sides of the same coin and can evoke the same passion
Sarah JanePublished 13 days ago in Poets
Why Did I Care?
I don’t give a fuck about what people think of me So why did I care so much about what one person thought of me? : I dug into the depths of my psyche
Sarah JanePublished 14 days ago in PoetsIt Happen One Night
A murder, A murder, A murder they cried their screams filling the night sky "Oh, how could something happen so evil and vile"
Bria FairchildPublished 17 days ago in PoetsSugar Hymns
The Special And Merry Sugar Hymns A Poem by Anon Whose Sugar Hymns is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite happy though.
Cosmos WalterPublished 18 days ago in PoetsStartling Sybil's Sibilance
Startling Sybil’s stuttering stopped Sporadically since springtime Sounds, sparrows, squeals Sybil’s sighed softly ** Surrounding streams sources
Eugenette MorinPublished 22 days ago in Poets
Eggy
My head is an Egg head Yes, an egg head With a never ending fore- Head My eyebrows Well Done and My thoughts ✨Scrambled✨
