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.

Haunted by You
Haunted by You You linger in rooms I’ve tried to cleanse, in mirrors I’ve covered, in dreams that wake me shaking. Your voice is the echo that won’t fade,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Heart that Bleeds Itself
The Heart that Bleeds Itself A heart once whole now drips with red, The colour of all it could not keep, It beats against the canvas sky,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Ambush
guard steps from shadows pulling machine-gun's trigger bullets crack dark night
By Heather Scottabout a year ago in Poets
Masked No More. Top Story - October 2025.
I was excellent at hiding behind masks for a long time, or at least I thought I was. * They took many shapes and forms:
By David Muñozabout a year ago in Poets
Do His Words Define Your Future?
It only took him a few seconds to say those few words, yet it has taken you so long to move on. Don't build your life around what he said. Don't let his casual words become an impenetrable wall that blocks your progress.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
The Birdcage
The Birdcage The bird sings softly in its gold, Its voice both fragile and defiant, It knows the air but not the wind, It dreams of flight through quiet silence.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Show That Determination
“Go confidently in the direction of your dreams.” Every dream is special because every person who dreams is special. And all it takes
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets
Untethered
I’m miserable for adventure There’s lines that stain my brain Like every nation They exist only in our imagination They separate us from our true nature
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Butterfly of Unfinished Dreams
Butterfly of Unfinished Dreams Your wings are torn with beauty’s weight, Each colour hides a story lost, You rise from ashes soft as dust,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Man with Depression
Man with Depression He walks through mornings like broken glass, The light cuts softly, the air too sharp, A cup of coffee cools beside his hand,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Wild Mercy
Wild Mercy He walked through dust and thorn, His robe heavy with the weight of love. They called Him many names, but only one could break the stones.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Storm and the Rainbow
The Storm and the Rainbow The sky was torn apart by sound, Lightning cracked through violet air, The earth beneath refused to move,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets