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.

Freedom
They say if you love someone you should set them free. I didn't ask to be freed. A hand let go and called it mercy like I was a wounded animal
By Tina D. Lopez9 months ago in Poets
Wrapped In Hugs
Embrace it, and taste it Give it the attention it needs Hold yourself gently Forgive who you used to be Acknowledge the lesson
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden9 months ago in Poets
Jumbled Thoughts And Fractured Emotions. Top Story - February 2026.
Listen... I know that you don't really know me but we've connected in the dirt, upon his floor Yeah... I know that you don't owe me
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden9 months ago in Poets
The Man With No Name
The Man With No Name I pass him every day on the way to work, he smiles, says good morning, have a lovely day. Who is he, this beautiful man with no name?
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
For Yourself, By Yourself
The best part is that even when no one is watching, you continue to strive to be a better version of yourself. You aren't doing it for others; you are working hard for yourself.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing9 months ago in Poets
The Eagle With Hungry Eyes
The Eagle With Hungry Eyes The eagle watched with hungry eyes, above the hills where silence lies. It scanned the earth in cold detail,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
Foul air can still be warm. Runner-Up in Say It Plainly Challenge.
A full home pipes replacement costs nearly $15,000. I settle for the occasional sewage smell when the pipes drain too slowly, light an incense stick, then snuff it out.
By E. B. Rowland9 months ago in Poets
The A-List
Link to the Challenge: Americanize Authoritarianism? Abominable! * Note: usually, I would put this under my 'Political' series of haiku, but this began as a response to Harper Lewis' 'Bullet to the Face' entry, and I felt I had to share my work...and her own.
By Kendall Defoe 9 months ago in Poets
The Unobserved State
"The clock has struck three, the coffee is cold, and the shadows are beginning to speak. Welcome back to the desk of The Night Writer, where the stories are brewed in the dark."
By The Night Writer 🌙 9 months ago in Poets
A Time to Love, a Time to Lie
A Time to Love, a Time to Lie The clock moves slow when no one’s near A whispered name, I strain to hear He touched my hand, then looked away
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
January 24, 2026. Content Warning.
Saturday hands in view holding phone Protestor gun permit CITIZEN Masked agent made a choice Alex Pretti
By Tina D. Lopez9 months ago in Poets
Orange
Late-night phone conversation with my ex, who doesn’t believe in soulmates, fate, or anything that can’t be explained or measured.
By Tina D. Lopez9 months ago in Poets