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.

LightLight
LightLight Morning touched the shattered floor Soft gold moved through every door After years of endless strain Warmth returned through pouring rain
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Queenie
I wrote this in 1967. I am sharing from my creative analog world of 1967 to my very digital world in 2026. Adobe Firefly Once I was among a group
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 6 months ago in Poets
Stalked
Enjoy The Police as you read. (I jokingly call this "The Stalker Song!") * Perhaps the shortcut through the field Was not wise -
By Julie Lacksonen6 months ago in Poets
I Know You’re There
yeah, I know you're there it seems you've always been like a softly whispered prayer or the devil’s wanting sin just beyond my grasp
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden6 months ago in Poets
I Pray To My Jesus
I Pray To My Jesus I pray to my Jesus when the night feels cold When my heart feels tired and the world turns old When silence surrounds me and tears fill my eyes
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
An Unfinished Life
before he left, he handed me a pen and I asked him, what is this for he smiled as our eyes met then his gaze turned towards the door
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden6 months ago in Poets
Mother’s Day Poem
Lollipops are my favorite candy. One was tasty, it melted into my denture. I was so serious checking my bank which is devastating. Then I tried to take my lollipop out my upper denture came out too. Not gross guys, it is a nice thing to chew ones food. I laughed out loud.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 6 months ago in Poets
Murdered
Murdered A siren cried along the lane Mixing fear with heavy rain People gathered near the tape Watching horror take its shape
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Moving On
Grabbing my roll-on bag Tossing my purse over my shoulder I head for the door You just can’t believe I’ll walk out on you
By Mother Combs6 months ago in Poets
Run Away Fast As You Can
Run Away Fast As You Can Run away fast as you can Before the shouting turns into hands Before the bruises replace your smile
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
if not me
this poem is about doing the right thing especially when it is unpopular, because it is unpopular. *******************************************
By ⸘jason alan‽6 months ago in Poets
He Came Back Too Late
He Came Back Too Late He stood where silence used to live, in the doorway I once closed for good, time hanging heavy in his eyes,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets