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.

Every Summer Has to End
Every Summer Has to End eShe laughed in gold, barefoot on the quiet lane, hair a tumble, voice like heat, calling my name again
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Vanishing To The Eighth
"Thou therefore rise; vanish thou weariness By the mind’s effort, in each struggle form’d To vanquish, if she suffer not the weight
By Star Love Greyabout a year ago in Poets
How to Vanish Without Leaving a Shadow
Forget your name— let it dissolve like salt in rain, until no syllable can find you. Erase your scent— walk through fields where wild winds live, and let them carry you to nowhere. Silence your footsteps— learn the rhythm of stillness, so the ground forgets you ever walked. Hide in plain sight— become the flicker in the corner of an eye, a whisper mistaken for wind. Leave no goodbyes— goodbyes are anchors; cut the rope, drift into the horizon until even the sun doesn’t remember your shape. And when they ask where you went, let the answer be a shadow, stretching thin… until it disappears.
By Misbah about a year ago in Poets
Has the Spotlight Shifted? Or Are You Finally Shining Your Own Light?
Several years ago, I was living what most would consider a good life. I had a stable job, a steady income, and I was doing things I genuinely enjoyed. While my life wasn't outwardly "exciting," it felt solid and stable.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
What If He Was Never Worth It?
It's clear now: he's not worth it. Your long-suffering pain isn't worth it. Your repeated self-doubt isn't worth it. And it's certainly not worth it for you to foolishly pour such pure, passionate, and unreserved love onto someone who never intended to truly receive it.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
POEM - Rooted In Wonder
Not in the brittle certainty of stone, Nor in the rigid scaffold, cold and known, But deep within the loam where questions sprout,
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
Standing Outside Your Window. Top Story - August 2025.
Homonyms sound the same But their meanings split And so did we ~~~~~ You opened the window Called out like you cared But when I came
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarranabout a year ago in Poets
Wired for Good Music
Wired for Good Music Not what’s trending, not what’s hot not what every chart forgot I want the stuff that sticks like glue
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Bottom
A lifestyle known by few, but shared by many— a place that shapes those around difficulty with the absence of peace. Deprived of resources,
By Marcus Hillabout a year ago in Poets
No One but You
No One but You I don’t cry for you now not like I did at first when she walked in smiling wearing my perfume You held her hand
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Somewhere Between Yesterday and Tomorrow
Somewhere Between Yesterday and Tomorrow The sun was low, a warm amber spilling over the horizon, casting long shadows that stretched like memories across the quiet bridge. I walked slowly, the steady rhythm of my footsteps mixing with the gentle whisper of the wind.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Poets
The Letter I Never Sent
The Letter I Never Sent It was hidden at the back of the drawer, beneath a stack of notebooks whose pages were yellowed with time. I never expected to find it again—the small, worn envelope, its edges softened and faded, sealed shut with a pale smear of glue that had stubbornly refused to crack.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Poets