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.

Does letting go make space for what's next?
In reality, everyone is the same. After meeting someone, it takes time to truly understand their feelings. Don't blame yourself. Everyone and everything has their reasons for happening. So, in the end, let them go naturally.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
GEEZE LOUISE, I SAID NO KINGS. Content Warning.
This video is a mythic scroll stitched from sovereign visuals and ceremonial breathwork. It opens with a refusal: “If it’s Nazi love, I draw the line.” From there, it moves through scenes of pink rooms guarded by scrolls, flowers blooming in every color, and fences forming boundaries around a city of love that does not hate.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
A Coffee With My Fears: The Conversation That Finally Set Me Free
A Coffee With My Fears Me: I ordered us a table by the window. Rain makes honesty easier. Fear: Good. I like a crowd to hide in.
By Milan Milicabout a year ago in Poets
As I slowly get older
As I’m slowly getting older I am the shadow of the man I used to be, My bones are getting weary And I’ve got a problem with my knee.
By Calvin Londonabout a year ago in Poets
The Letter I Never Sent: Healing After My Hardest Breakup
Dear you, I won’t type twice, I kept the key, not the door; I kept the mug with your lip-sky on it. I remember the bus stop rain, and the joke we never finished.
By Milan Milicabout a year ago in Poets
When I Grow Up To Be A Man
When I Grow Up To Be A Man The street is cold and smells of smoke, the stones bite through my toes, I watch the carts roll past the doors,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Flower that Forgot the Sun
The Flower that Forgot the Sun Once I was a burst of light, A wild bloom on the edge of air, I opened myself to every storm,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Skeleton Who Lost His Head
The Skeleton Who Lost His Head There once was a skeleton out for a stroll, Who tripped on a pumpkin and down he rolled, His skull went flying across the grass,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
What's a Good Breakup?
A good breakup is just as precious as a good relationship. It's a truth I realized later, and honestly, I became a better person after mine. It wasn't a sudden epiphany, but rather a gradual awakening, bit by bit, as I emotionally polished myself and forged a more stable self. That past relationship opened my eyes and forced me to confront myself: Why was I so uneasy? Why did my partner's reaction matter so much to me? Why was I becoming less and less like myself in love?
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Salt on the Shoreline
Salt on the Shoreline The sea remembers every secret. It whispers them back in the language of waves. I walk where the tide has been kind enough
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
She runs, runs, runs
I walk where the wild things hush, through nettled paths and bone-white birches, where frost clings like memory…so tightly,
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
We lit lanterns though the rain
We lit lanterns though the rain We lit lanterns though the rain was cruel. You said the light would find its way, and I wanted to believe that.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets