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.

Tail Lights In The Dark
I've learned nostalgia is a drug dragging us back, into our feels Those moments once swept under rugs till we've lost sense of what is real
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden10 months ago in Poets
Boundaries are a Form of Love
People don’t necessarily appreciate you more just because you treat them well. Some people will remember a single cup of water you gave them; others will receive a bucket and still complain that you didn't give them the whole ocean.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing10 months ago in Poets
If the World Forgot to Turn
If the World Forgot to Turn I write this letter, darling, to you, In hope it cheers you when you’re blue. I miss you like a treasured painting, a work of art.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
Hollywood Night Walk 1970s
This was written, created, edited by Vicki Lawana Trusselli I wrote this to escape the 2026 political atmosphere of hate. So, I slipped into a dream. SWEET!
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 10 months ago in Poets
Taffy Was A Coal Miner
Taffy was a coal miner, dedicated to the pit He worked from being ten years old He loved his job and never once regretted it
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
Growing Old
I am growing older day by day Hair that was brown is now so Grey I was full of energy wild and free Now I am so tired, what happened to me
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
PSA: Tupperware to Leftover Ratio
Containers laid out in silent rows You planned it to last a week But as you measure, the soul knows The answer is not what you seek.
By Natasja Rose10 months ago in Poets
On The Outside
From the outside looking in, I dream of how my life could have been. I recall memories of days gone by, then I bow my head with a silent sigh.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
She Who Walks My Sleep
She comes without footsteps, slips through the unlocked doors of my sleep, a hush moving through corridors I never meant to build.
By Luna Vani10 months ago in Poets
The Guiding Star
You don’t negate the process just because there was no final result. Every moment of joy and sorrow is an adjustment on the path to happiness.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing10 months ago in Poets
ROMULUS
Romulus (inspired by) Oh poor little powerful Black Romeo where is your Remus didn't you suck the same breast fed by hunger
By Diana10 months ago in Poets
The Slow Dance
"The Slow Dance" is an immersive exploration of a singular, stolen moment within the Blue Velvet Candlelight Club. Set against the gritty, neon-soaked backdrop of 1970s Los Angeles, the piece captures the "ancient and gentle" recognition between two souls before a single word is spoken.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 10 months ago in Poets