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.

Where the Roses Hold
Where the Roses Hold Roses climb where shadows fall, Soft and fierce against it all, Petals bloom in burning red, Over words we never said.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
I lost it…. Content Warning.
I lost it… I lost everything… Hope, Lightness, Support, Reputation, Potential… after the loss that I caused, I could not stop crying-
By Meghan LeVaughn 6 months ago in Poets
The Small King In The Rain
The Small King In The Rain A fragile crown rests gently on his feathers, A quiet claim the world has never heard, He stands beneath the turning of the weathers,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Hidden Economy of Adult Romance
Dating is actually quite costly, especially after entering the workforce. You’re not a student anymore; you can’t just see each other right after school, and arguments don’t simply disappear the next day. You have to carve out time from work for dates, spend money on meals, and sacrifice your already limited free time. Money, time, and energy—all of it is being burned.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing6 months ago in Poets
The Clock’s Hunger
I looked at the clock on the wall, its thin, black hands moving like silent scissors, cutting away pieces of my life while I was busy checking my phone.
By Hazrat Umer6 months ago in Poets
A Yarn
Worn Patched Button-eyed Beloved Comforter Dragged along everywhere Best friend Stuffed with rags Yarn creation Made with love
By Mother Combs6 months ago in Poets
Not A Regular Rabbit
It was just a regular rabbit But papa said that it brought him good luck It helped him to conquer his habits So, he paid the owner a buck
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden6 months ago in Poets
My Story
I’m the villain in my story But I’ve become the hero too I’ll go out in a blaze of glory Till the stars hit the roof Every obstacle before me
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden6 months ago in Poets
Bloodline
Though you are gone I still see your smile A happy home In my baby’s eyes A sort of hand me down Hereditary Much like your own
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden6 months ago in Poets
Frission
I traced your name with ash in sand birds in the trees sang you a song The water pooled inside your name through tears I tried to sing along
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden6 months ago in Poets
The Weight Of Pointing Hands
The Weight Of Pointing Hands The sky burns red with voices never spoken, A quiet storm that gathers without sound, They circle close, their fingers sharp and broken,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Seaside Breathing
Seaside Breathing The sea breathes along the shore, A rhythm older, than before, Waves roll in, then drift away, A quiet ending, to each sway.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets