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.

Only for Sunny Days
For a time, I had almost nothing. No glory, no achievements, and no future to boast about. Even smiling required forced pretense. That’s when I realized that liveliness has conditions.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing7 months ago in Poets
70s Were the Best
70s Were the Best The needle drops with a heavy click, Vinyl spins a velvet groove, Lava lamps glow orange and thick, While bell-bottoms start to move.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
The Zipped Face at the Edge of Winter
The Zipped Face at the Edge of Winter She stands between two endings, one side quiet as untouched snow, the other heavy with hidden fracture,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
The Road That Took Her Name
The Road That Took Her Name The road ran thin between the marsh, A narrow vein through dying land, Where water gathered, black and still,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
The Parish Where No Morning Comes
The Parish Where No Morning Comes The bell had long since lost its tongue, Yet still the tower leaned to speak, A hollow throat of broken stone,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
The One Perfect Kiss
The One Perfect Kiss It was not loud, nor wild with careless hunger, It came like a secret, slow and certain, Your breath close enough to change the air I lived in,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
Summer fades like a lover’s dream
Summer fades like a lover’s dream Summer fades like a lover’s dream, Not all at once, but slow and low, A quiet loss beneath the gleam,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
Black Water Prayer
Black Water Prayer Knees press into ground that cannot be seen, weight carried without knowing where it rests, eyes lifted toward a sky that holds its silence,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
Sea Shells And Wishing Wells
I've been waiting for my phone to ring to hear you say my name I've been wanting, more than anything to find my way back home again
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden7 months ago in Poets
The Solo Architect
Have you ever traveled alone, or longed to? Chatting with friends, we all mentioned wanting to plan a solo trip this year. It’s not about following trends; it’s about wanting to experience what it’s like to travel at your own pace.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing7 months ago in Poets
Too Much Sadness Makes the Heart Bitter
Too Much Sadness Makes the Heart Bitter There comes a point where sadness changes shape, Where it is no longer soft, or tearful, or kind,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
“Chronicle of Silence”
The Habit of Waiting My mother didn’t leave all at once. She left the way people leave when we don’t know how to stop them:
By Lorena Alonso7 months ago in Poets