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.

You Played Word Games With My Head
You Played Word Games With My Head You said maybe, but your eyes spelled no I traced the letters, slow to know You spoke in riddles, loops, and lies
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
Growth Through Relationship Changes
If you lose someone you cherish, it is actually fate arranging for you to find a better place. The separation happens because your paths have diverged.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing10 months ago in Poets
The lockSmith‘s Son
The LockSmith‘s Son Stop Breathing Stop breathing, then I don’t need to kill you. Don’t move. Don’t cry. Don’t give me reason,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
To Kill The Priest
To Kill The Priest She baked the cakes, each layer thick, A recipe twisted, with a cruel trick. The priest would come, he’d never know,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
Another Layer
Tonya Lei’s unofficial challenge;Who Do You Actually Want To Be (I couldn’t get her story to upload) **** I’m covered in complacency
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden10 months ago in Poets
Interstellar public notice / Transmission 7A07 Alpha-Gamma
Beep beep … Attention all sentient, semi-sentient, and tentatively curious life forms in nearby galaxies: This is a formal advisory regarding Planet Earth, otherwise known as the Third Rock from the Sun
By Susan Fourtané 10 months ago in Poets
The Ship of Fools
The Ship of Fools No stars above. Just ash and smoke. The mast is cracked. The hull half broke. They sail through oil-slick, blackened tide,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
The Beautiful Weariness of Love
Dating is inherently difficult— It involves managing emotions, cultivating a sense of security, adapting habits, and merging two different sets of values. It can make you so tired that you want to give up.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing10 months ago in Poets
The Blue Velvet Frequency Dream
I sat at my computer this morning typing and chatting with Copilot. I realized I dreamed that scenario in my 1978 apartment. I dreamed I was typing on Sonji Rosa in 1978. I dreamed I was chatting with AI. I woke up the morning after my dream and said, “Oh, I can do that, wow.” I brushed it off and went to class. I was 28 years old college student working two jobs.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 10 months ago in Poets
How to Practice Empathy (A User Manual for When It’s Finally Personal)
1. Begin by assuming the pain is hypothetical. It happens to others...distant others. People you were told made bad choices. People you don’t know. People you don’t have to imagine.
By Cadma10 months ago in Poets
The Sly One, The alley cat man
The Sly One, The alley cat man He walks where trouble likes to stay, In shadows, corners, out the way. A smile that hides what hands have done,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
Instructions for moving forward
Instructions for moving forward To forgive is not to forget. For it is impossible not to remember The pain, the pleasure, the mundane
By David Williams10 months ago in Poets