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.

Hidden Danger
Who’s next? As we pretend our communities grow in strength, we often find ourselves mourning another loss— someone’s beloved family,
By Marcus Hillabout a year ago in Poets
Is This the Horizon of Our Love?
Maybe I've gotten used to not seeing you. In fact, if we can only stay in this stage of missing each other, I probably didn't love you very much. That's because love needs communication, words, understanding, support, and companionship to continue.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
They Told me Truth was a Casualty
I was going through old photos and thought about when I worked at Universal Studios Hollywood, which was years ago in the 90s. Now It is 2025 and I am 75. I don’t like to talk about myself, but I remember a lot of good times. We laughed, cried, danced, and worked our booties off. It is pleasant. I turned off the news. We all need to laugh a little, think about the good times for a bit, but VOTE BLUE.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
What Next?
Nervous laughter Staccatos like machine gun fire Cut short abruptly by deathly silence. Leading the way, a crescent moon
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about a year ago in Poets
The Quickening
Winter's whispers ride the winds A storm awakens in the north It comes to claim all those who've sinned All discontent it does call forth
By Insinq Datumabout a year ago in Poets
How to Murder a Sunday Roast
How to Murder a Sunday Roast Get up late, no apron, no shame, the meat’s still frozen, blame the game. Peel the tatties if they dare
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Fish and Chips Wrapped In Newspapers
Fish and Chips Wrapped In Newspapers Wrapped in print, still hot to hold salted steam and vinegar bold chips all fat, no scraps in sight
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Stones I Keep
Stones I Keep They don’t glow, they don’t hum, they just sit where I leave them cold to the touch, hard as the truth you won’t say out loud.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Mark your calendars: August 2, 2027.
Mark your calendars: August 2, 2027. The world will go dark for over 6 minutes during one of the longest total solar eclipses of our lifetime.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Night The Road Dropped
we stood in the doorway and listened to the sounds of a far away place and heard footsteps on the ground in the distance, a flicker
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Why Do We Fall in Love?
Nobody really knows the exact moment it happens. There’s no warning, no announcement. One day, you’re just moving through life, lost in routine, surrounded by noise, maybe even healing from something you never talk about. And then—you meet someone. Maybe it’s in a crowded café, or through a random late-night message. Maybe it’s someone you’ve known forever, but suddenly, they feel different. Whatever the case, the world around you begins to shift—not in a dramatic, movie-scene way, but in quiet, almost unnoticeable moments.
By Noor khanabout a year ago in Poets
Is the Past a Prison, or a Pathway to Peace?
The past cannot be rewritten; its purpose is to protect the present and prevent us from repeating the same mistakes. Unfulfilled wishes should liberate our desire for love, not bind it. These are merely scenery along life's journey. They come and go, that's all. There's no need for obsession or sadness.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets