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.

SHINE . Content Warning.
Shine baby shine, you’re made for glamour. Thick red carpets unroll themselves. The show goes on, has been going on for as long
By Paul Fingl11 months ago in Poets
She Wants
She wants to love Like she’s never been broken She wants to smile At the reflection she sees She wants to rest In the words that are spoken
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
Learning To Be Real
don’t be afraid to let your inner child be find the child in another and let that truth set you free when you strip away titles that have held you down
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
The Cats That Scream
The Cats That Scream When the houses sleep quiet at night, the streets turn narrow and shy. From the gutters of sleep they gather,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Focus On People Who Matter
What truly exhausts us in life isn't work, nor reality itself, but the people who make us uncomfortable. Even if you haven't done anything, a single word or expression from them can cause immense stress. They aren't worth your attention, yet they consume your entire day's mood.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing11 months ago in Poets
Together Me And My Horse
Together, Me And My Horse I love my life in the way this moment breathes, the leather creaks, the wheels wait their turn.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Poem on the Catwalk
Poem on the Catwalk She steps where cameras are and chandeliers hang low, a red carpet unrolling like a sentence with no end.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
The Seven-Year Itch Made Him Cheat
The Seven-Year Itch Made Him Cheat He smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes. A restless pulse lived under his shirt, and I knew.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Liquid Salvation
one ounce of spirits— man’s elixir for traipsing through Orion nights
By Lamar Wiggins11 months ago in Poets
Music Is My Heaven
Music Is My Heaven The notes rise and fall like waves on a quiet sea. Each chord pulls me closer to a place I cannot name.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
This Is Me Staying
This is me staying— not because the door finally opened, not because the sky split into applause or the past sent an apology wrapped in light.
By Jhon smith11 months ago in Poets
The Last Song Has Played, It Is Time to Go Home
The Last Song Has Played, It Is Time to Go Home The lights dim and the hall exhales one final sigh. The echo of applause lingers like a fading perfume.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets