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.

Are you ready for your better days?
We all have unhappy days before things get better. These days may feel long, or they may be just a passing moment. So be patient and give good luck some time.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Hungry Eyes Haiku
Hungry Eyes Haiku My hunger hurts me It is a hunger for you Nothing else feeds it
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
You Make My Violin Cry
You Make My Violin Cry You make my violin cry strings break under your touch notes bleed across the room every sound is pain
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Peace can't be sacrificed
The seed planted in the ground is humbled by the gift of choice. While growing toward its full potential, it must fight off invaders
By Marcus Hillabout a year ago in Poets
Queue is a Ridiculous Word
Queue is a ridiculous word Its one letter followed by four silent others Perhaps that makes sense The one in the front is ordering
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The Vanishing Man and the Spiral Dispatch
The Moment of Knowing I spiraled through the dream, back and forth, feather to flame, scroll to mirror. I kept saying it,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
The birds fell dead from the sky
The birds fell dead from the sky The birds fell dead from the sky no warning no storm to blame they dropped in the streets like rain
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The camera never lies
The camera never lies The lens is cold and watching it does not bend or flatter it takes the face you carry and holds it without mercy
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
When "I Love You" Means "I Love Me": Reclaiming Your Landscape
You don't have to walk a path with someone while you're wounded. Not everyone is worth your efforts. The person who claims to love you keeps asking you to give in. They've given in to no end, yet you're still so alone.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
He Found a Wife Who Wanted Him Only
He Found a Wife Who Wanted Him Only He gave black diamonds and pearls to girls who wanted sparkle their hands full, their hearts light
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
A Morning Day in the Life of the Pink Lady
A Morning Day in the Life of the Pink Lady This isn’t just a day, it’s a sonic diary wrapped in pink sheets and browser haze. Welcome to the myth of the Pink Lady. This is partly truth and fiction in The Pink Series.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
She Named Me Ghost. Content Warning.
He lived seventeen hours -yet, still I became the ghost. Once she said, "You were born out of wedlock- That makes you a bastard."
By Nikki Torino Wagnerabout a year ago in Poets