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.

The Alchemy of Doing
Those things that stir your thoughts must hold a certain attraction for you. The more life experiences you have, the more perspectives you will gain.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing5 months ago in Poets
The Forgotten Garden
Beyond the hills where golden rivers bend, There lies a garden hidden from the wind. Its gates are old, covered with vines and stone,
By Ibrahim 5 months ago in Poets
The Flame Within the Storm
A storm was born beyond the northern sea, Wild as a beast that longed to break free. Thunder awakened the mountains with rage,
By Ibrahim 5 months ago in Poets
Whispers Beneath the Moon Echoes of Silent Stars
The moon walks slowly through the endless night, Painting silver rivers with delicate light. The stars above whisper forgotten dreams,
By Ibrahim 5 months ago in Poets
In Love With Someone Else
In Love With Someone Else I saw the way you looked at them The softness missing when with me A quiet truth behind your smile
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
A Glamor. Winner in Out of Order Challenge.
Nightgown over her head, she climbs into bed. Sunscreen smeared on, foundation applied, a little darkening to the eyebrows—
By Andrea Corwin 5 months ago in Poets
Unsubscribed
I've clicked unsubscribe. The flood of publications drowned my feed, one after another like droplets filling a bucket until it overflowed,
By Kay Husnick5 months ago in Poets
Fairies Bless My House My Home
Fairies Bless My House My Home At dusk when skies were painted gray Soft wings descended through the rain Tiny fairies wrapped in gold
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
22 YEARS
22 years of pain and patience Arsenal fans went through It all…. Went competing not competing Through those years we hit the wall….
By Haychie_Artist5 months ago in Poets
The Dog at the Door
The house has learned his footsteps now, the soft plop of paws on plush carpet, the way he circles twice before settling like he is unsure he deserves rest.
By Tina D. Lopez5 months ago in Poets
The Dancer
The Dancer She dances like her soul is breaking Each movement filled with hidden pain Smiling brightly for the crowd While storms are pouring through her veins
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Bankruptcy and Watermelon Belly
The incorrigible grifter husband filed for bankruptcy. Shaming his parents. Shaming his wife. His easy way out of paying his creditors - some of them small business owners who knew his father well and thought, wrongly: Like the father, so is the son.
By Andrea Corwin 5 months ago in Poets