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.

The Menopause
The Menopause I wake in sweat, not from a dream, just fire beneath my skin my bones have learned to moan at night my nerves are wearing thin
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Me and My Heart
Me and my heart often sit together in the quiet of the night, Like two old friends—tired of the world, but still not done speaking. I look at it, it feels me. I stay silent, and yet—it always breaks down and speaks.
By Solene Hartabout a year ago in Poets
Was It All Just a Dream, My Former Self?
Last night, a flood of memories washed over me, and I found myself missing my old self profoundly. Looking back, I see the path I've walked, the hardships I've endured, the injustices I've suffered, and the tears I've shed. Unknowingly, I've carried so much grievance and unwillingness.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
The Mirror Only Broke When It Seen Your Face
The Mirror Only Broke When It Seen Your Face It sat on the wall like it always had, plain silver frame, a little bit sad corner chipped from a fall last spring
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Unseen Hands Shaping Tomorrow
Hidden Hope: A Silent Revolution in Coastal Restoration Unseen Hands Shaping Tomorrow Beneath the radar of global headlines, a quiet yet transformative project is breathing new life into the world’s coastal ecosystems. Hidden Hope, launched in early 2024 by a coalition of local conservationists, marine biologists, and indigenous communities across Southeast Asia, is a lesser-known initiative that has begun to weave a tapestry of resilience along threatened shorelines. With little fanfare but profound impact, this grassroots movement is restoring mangrove forests and coral reefs, offering a beacon of hope in the face of climate change and coastal degradation.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Poets
The Wind Came
The Wind Came The wind came, hitting the UK with a force with strength that shocked. Not a tornado, but stronger. The sea overflowed to the land,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Tree he killed us with
The Tree he killed us with He didn’t just carve our names on it he buried my broken heart in the severed roots and in the silence I rot
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
POEM - The Gardeners of Conscience
Beneath the vault where silent stars convene, And seasons turn with purpose, sharp and keen, There lies a plot no earthly deed can claim,
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
Too gentle to notice
Step 1. Wake before the birds. Forget your name for seven breaths. Let the silence between them shape your outline. Step 2. Leave your phone on the nightstand.
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
The Nights You Don’t Talk About
There are nights you don’t talk about— The ones where sleep feels like betrayal. When silence screams in forgotten tones,
By Umar Aminabout a year ago in Poets
The Chuck That Longed to Be Loved
The Chuck That Longed to Be Loved Sat in a tree like he owned it tail like a fan, feathers all flash singing like someone was listening
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Bogie Man Under My Bed
The Bogie Man Under My Bed He don’t rattle chains or howl at the moon he sits in the still, where the dark grows soon his breath smells of soil, old damp and dread
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets