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.

RESTFUL IN THEE
The earth is wide. We searched for peace; We couldn’t find it, without knowing where to look. We pursued what manipulated us. Our investments were in vain. We couldn’t find peace. We looked west. Our hearts were troubled. We thought luxury would help, only to bring tension between those who are close to us. We could not catch up to those who were in competition with us. Our longing for peace was shuttered. Hope faded away. Our spirits were weary. We stopped pursuing, but God never ceased. He found us in the dark and brought us out to glow with His light. Today we speak peace. We are full of peace, for He is a loving God.
By Uhone Matshele 11 months ago in Poets
Reflections in the River
Reflections in the River I stand at the river’s edge, its waters moving relentless and cold, each ripple a reflection of the past,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Night Walking
Night Walking The night is quiet except for the whisper of wind, it carries fragments of voices I once knew, I walk through the darkness with careful steps,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Incinerate. Top Story - December 2025.
The Fool loudly contends “There’s no danger in ‘Playing with fire’! A little harmless fun never hurt any one! Right?”
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶11 months ago in Poets
Sunlight Fading
Sunlight Fading I sit alone in the room where sunlight fades, shadows draping themselves across the floor, I hold your memory like a fragile flame,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Flames with emotions
When the fire lights small like a candle, my feelings were okay- calm, relaxed, happy … When the fire lights medium like a torch, my feelings were slightly okay-
By Meghan LeVaughn 11 months ago in Poets
Light
Light is Light spills across my mind like a calm arrival, lifting the doubts that gather in the corners, and I welcome it as if it were a promise,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Digging a Hole
Digging a Hole I dig a hole in the quiet earth, feeling the weight of every lifted handful, and the soil tells stories older than mine,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Bring My Hunting Coat, Mary
Bring My Hunting Coat, Mary Bring my hunting coat, Mary, the wind is turning, and I feel the cold rising across the fields,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Upside-down Mouse
“The Broken Finger Story is not just about pain it is the comic checkpoint that softened the gloom. What started as a rupture turned into sovereign wit, reframing doom into laughter. I have now recorded it in my personal archive as a ceremony, a reminder that even pauses can ignite new passion.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 11 months ago in Poets
The Poet’s Pen Went Cold
The Poet’s Pen Went Cold The poet’s pen went cold as ice he stared at words that would not play nice His mind went blank, his tea went stale
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Why?
Why? Why does the world turn when I feel still, caught between questions I cannot answer, and why does the heart search for meaning,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets