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.

What My Poetry Means to Me
What My Poetry Means to Me It is the breath I never speak aloud, a whisper that hides behind my eyes, a place where the world softens,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Help, My Husband’s Been Stolen
Help, My Husband’s Been Stolen The morning comes slow. I wake alone. Sunlight spills across chairs. I remember. His shoes by the door,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Spirit Messengers of Earth and Sky
This is the time to call the spirit messengers to breathe peace into our universe of division and chaos in 2025. In Choctaw culture, birds, especially the Biskinik (often identified with the blue jay), are sacred messengers, symbols of communication, and bearers of spiritual news. They connect the earthly and spiritual realms, guiding and warning with their presence.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Watching Butterflies
Watching Butterflies The sun leans low across the garden, shadows stretch and yawn. A gentle wind stirs leaves, soft whispers through branches and flowers.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Yellow Eyes
*** yellow eyes gazing unfazed by your smile imagines you brazing on the stove for awhile creating a feast mixed with sweet broth and tuna
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
untrusted fund. Content Warning.
he comes together from pieces people, places, and so many things collected from experiences an exponential doorknob with the portal that always revolves
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
A Man With Depression
Save Me Lord, I Am Just a Man Save me Lord, I am just a man I walk this road with shaking hands The nights are long, the days feel cold
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Earth 10 Million Years Ago
Ten million years ago, Earth was a place both familiar and alien. The continents had already taken their modern shape — Africa, Asia, and Europe were close to how they look today. But the creatures walking those lands were not yet us. Humanity was still a dream waiting to awaken.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Poets
Old Roger Rises
He stalks at twilight Old Roger, the soap dodger with poisonous shite * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: I won't ever apologise. It had to be done.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Feeding On The Flames Of The Past
like an ant in the afterbirth storing the power of the embers gouging the need of self worth as the new body trembles seduced by your wares
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
The Clocks Go Back
The Clocks Go Back The clocks fall backward, and the day shrinks to a sigh, light thins to a gray smear, the hours crawl like old ghosts.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Feeling Of First Frost
The Magic Kingdom to the frost world Lydia, a child aged five, put on her warm coat The fuzzy hat she wore tickled her ears
By Mariann Carrollabout a year ago in Poets