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.

Catching up to Life
From feeling like catching up to life, To falling back, behind in life. Where do I begin— It’s 2025, the summer almost gone,
By The Kind Quillabout a year ago in Poets
What happened to us
What happened to us? We used to talk till the streetlights gave up voices running into the small hours now I can’t find you in the silence
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The day I lost my smile . Top Story - August 2025.
We were two girls, seventeen and eighteen, Sundays belonged to us. Long hours leaning out of windows, hair flung into the wind,
By Susan Fourtané about a year ago in Poets
The mermaid who wanted legs
The mermaid who wanted legs She sat on the rock where the waves pulled away listening to footsteps she could never obey the cliffs were tall, the shore so near
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Red Moon Curse
The Red Moon Curse Red moon over silent trees bleeds its light on frozen leaves wolves prowl through cursed ground where no other sound is found
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Grasping Fruits
My memories take me to when I used to find joy in creating songs, parodied. I’d tell a story, copying the theme, keeping the cadence unvaried.
By Katherine D. Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
A Reminiscence
When I was six years old, I accidentally knocked a bowl of fideo off the kitchen table. * I watched in slow motion helplessness
By David Muñozabout a year ago in Poets
Ready to Grow Up in Love?
Let us grow through the setbacks of love and become emotionally mature adults. Being perpetually willful and stubbornly set in your ways will not make you lovable or foster a genuine connection. Instead, you simply need to be a brave adult. It's only then that you will attract and meet another equally resolute adult.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Dancing on Thin Ice
Dancing on Thin Ice Dancing on thin ice feet whisper across the glass every step a question every turn a risk I feel the cold below
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Moon Over London Bridge
Moon Over London Bridge London Bridge on moonlit nights, Silvered arches, quiet flights, Shadows stretch across the Thames,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Life! “Put Me Down”
I really am. Although noticing is difficult. Each sign is as present as the next — subtle, but not invisible. Just simply existing in plain sight — unbothered.
By Marcus Hillabout a year ago in Poets
Dr Death
Dr Death Accident and emergency where they promise to save life this doctor ended it hands that should have held only pressed down harder
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets