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.

Birthday Blessing
Who should I congratulate today? You, or your parents? Both of them, because they received a priceless gift, the day you both came into each other’s life for the first time.
By Ignited Mindsabout a year ago in Poets
The Most Beautiful Angle of Love
I began to calmly recall a past. The joy and tears of that time finally helped me understand that life holds further recollections. The profound memories of the past will surely remain somewhere in my life.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
The Right Partner for Life
Life is full of obstacles, and for two people to navigate them together, it takes more than one person simply following the other.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Lost Inside You
Lost Inside You Lost inside your mind a love story lives there quiet as shadows loud as the heartbeat we share I walk through corridors of thought
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Drifting on a Peaceful Sea
Drifting on a Peaceful Sea The boat drifts easy on the tide red sails move where the breeze will guide mountains rise and waters shine
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Magic Mirror
The Magic Mirror The glass is cold and black with secrets a shiver runs across its face no dawn, no glow of sun is shown
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Girl Who Gave Her Life to Him
The Girl Who Gave Her Life to Him She gave her life to him her days her nights her years she carried his weight she held his silence
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Complacent States of America
I’ve been complacent all my life. I let them deport the immigrants , Simply seeking refuge and the American dream. Who needs due process?
By Nick Queenabout a year ago in Poets
The Chair Across From Me
The Chair Across From Me Grief leaves its shadows not in silence, but in the spaces we still set for those who never return.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Poets
Sifting Chaos And Confusion
swallowed by the need to be wrapped tightly in the vining weeds trying to steal the breath from me hanging to hope, like falling leaves
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Back to the Future
I did not expect holiness to tremble in a touch— a brush so faint it could have been imagined, yet it branded me with fire.
By T. E. Doorabout a year ago in Poets
Echoes of an Endless Path
I set my feet upon the ground, Where silence hums, where dreams are found. The sky was wide, the wind was still, The earth beneath obeyed my will.
By Echoes of Lifeabout a year ago in Poets