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.

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
POEM - Orphans of Virtue
They gather not in gilded halls where virtue preens and prates, Nor where the polished marble floors reflect self-congratulating fates.
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
Before CCTV, We Had Edna And Gran
Before CCTV, We Had Edna and gran Before the cameras, codes and drones We had old Edna, two doors down and Gran She saw it all from lace-trimmed zones
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
How Books Shape Minds, Hearts, and Destinies
Pages of Power: The Science of Reading’s Transformative Magic How Books Shape Minds, Hearts, and Destinies In an era dominated by fleeting digital content, the act of reading a book is a quiet revolution—an intimate dance between mind and page that unlocks knowledge, wisdom, and transformation. Science has illuminated the profound ways reading reshapes our brains, enriches our lives, and even alters our destinies. But what happens when the love for books becomes an obsession? Can reading truly make us wiser, or change who we are at our core? This article delves into the science behind reading, exploring its remarkable benefits, the risks of overindulgence, and its power to sculpt individuals and their paths.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Poets
No Gas, No Wages, No Way Out
No Gas, No Wages, No Way Out He came home drunk again no wages all gambled she watched from the sink with her hands in cold water
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
What I’d Tell My Future Lover in a Hidden Fantasy Realm
If you find this letter, Between whispers of wind and candle smoke, In a place where the stars are mirrors and the moon wears a crown of glass
By Kevinabout a year ago in Poets
Twists, Tacos, and Tenderness
Twist ties and umbilical cords Every highway entrance is a noodle Every exit is a pretzel We are constantly twisting ourselves in and out of situations
By Saeed Ullah about a year ago in Poets
Blink in Time. Content Warning.
This was created today after working on another video that went south for a while. I thought about my tooth pain and the wealthy and their sadistic grins as they stomped on the ants, and all I gain is tooth pain. It is commentary written from my tooth pain brain of dreams of extreme pain and extreme society pain of grief, power, greed, destruction, and fucking rainbows. We will rise. Ants build colonies to the top of the highest building in Manhattan throwing over the few elite white small, tooled patriarchy men.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
IT'S OK TO BE NOT IN CONTROL
The announcement comes over the PA system to board the aircraft. I pick my bag with my boarding pass and head for the departure gate. Walking through the hall towards the plane, I know that eventually I won't be in control of my life anymore, but somebody else would. For the next 4o minutes in the air, I have two choices.
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)about a year ago in Poets
Smoking is Dangerous
Smoking is Dangerouse You light it up like it’s no big deal a moment’s comfort in your fingers but every drag steals breath and time
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Dentest
The Dentest He never smiled, not with lips just eyes that blinked like broken bits of mirror left in alley dust a man you’d pass, but never trust.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
A Spell to Live, a Spell to Die
A Spell to Live, a Spell to Die Good witch, bad witch, who am I? I stirred the broth at quarter moonwalk a pinch of sage, a touch of rue
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets