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.

Out Of Whack
our fear jumped like magic right up, out of the dark almost talismanic fireworks without spark and we cheered and applauded
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden6 months ago in Poets
Our Dad Was The Best In The World
Our Dad Was The Best In The World Our dad was the best in the world, he always had something to say, proper words, proper thoughts,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Stitching Rhyme to Verse
This piece began in 1968, when I was 18 and stitching rhyme to verse in a bright room, thinking I was the only lonely one. I stepped back into that voice today and let her speak again.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 6 months ago in Poets
Aunty Betsy And The Eagle
Aunty Betsy And The Eagle Aunty Betsy lay sunbathing in the garden light, Radio humming softly through a lazy summer afternoon,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Jesus Healed My Broken Mind
Jesus Healed My Broken Mind I was not right for a long time, My thoughts would turn on me without warning, One minute I was steady, the next I was falling,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Lightning Hit My Heart
The Lightning Hit My Heart The lightning hit my heart in silence, without a warning sign, No thunder spoke before it came, no shadow crossed the line,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Acid Rain
Acid Rain The sky once held a softer kind of blue, A gentler breath that settled on the land, Now clouds arrive with something sharp and thin,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Mermaid And The Bermuda Triangle
The Mermaid And The Bermuda Triangle She was not lost, though the maps said she should be, Not broken, not drifting without any guide,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Mirrors
when I tell you he speaks unkindly about you you don’t believe me— think I’m the angry ex. I get it. he was kind to me too
By Tina D. Lopez6 months ago in Poets
Corpses On The Seabed Dwell
Corpses On The Seabed Dwell The wreck lies open like a wound that never closed, Timbers split and scattered across the ocean floor,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Sea Turned Red With The Blood Of Seagulls
The Sea Turned Red With The Blood Of Seagulls It happened without the warning of storms, No thunder had broken, no wind had cried out,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Art of Gathering and Scattering
Don’t blame yourself; everything and everyone happens for a reason. If you have tried your best and still cannot hold onto something, let it go naturally. Life is inherently a process of "gathering" and "scattering."
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing6 months ago in Poets