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 Lionesses Win for England
The Lionesses Win for England They ran, they fought, they would not fall in shirts of red, they gave their all with grit beneath each measured pass
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Labubu Doll: The Mischievous Icon of Modern Play. AI-Generated.
By Musa Al-Khwarizmi In a world where toys have tales to tell, Lives Labubu — a wild, whimsical spell. With teeth that grin and eyes that gleam,
By Musa Al-Khwarizmiabout a year ago in Poets
First Prompt
Hey friends! Welcome to my first prompt. I’m lucky that I am a photographer and can pull images from my phone camera reel that can pass as something charming to accompany my little poems.
By Aspen Marie about a year ago in Poets
The Drill And The Dentest Woman
The Drill Sergeant I booked it months ago, forgot I had till the text came in and I went mad searched the house for socks and pride
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Simplicity: The Best Way
Life is a journey, and it's impossible to hold on forever. The encounters on the road are always beautiful, yet the station of parting is always desolate. Regardless of joy or sorrow, those who need to leave will leave. What is coming will eventually come.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Vanishing 101
Good morning, and thank you for joining us today. As you may know, this is a step by step guide in the journey of getting lost
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Wanting to be Wanted
“Do you ever think love is selfish?” Oliver's inquiry hung in the quiet of the park, where the leaves of autumn covered the ground. Claire sat next to him on the bench, knees up.
By Komalabout a year ago in Poets
what's wrong
I kinda just don't want to do this anymore even though that's a sucky thing to say ~ even though I know I'd be missed I'd still rather not do this
By Belleabout a year ago in Poets
The Mother-in-Law Who Never Looked My Way
You never really saw me. Not beyond the introductions, not past the polite smiles and the practiced small talk. You didn’t ask where I came from,
By The Arleeabout a year ago in Poets
The Silence Between Us
The Silence Between Us There was no fight. No shouting. No broken plates or slammed doors. No dramatic exits or final messages in all caps.
By Huzaifa Dzineabout a year ago in Poets
How to Disappear Without Leaving
How to Disappear Without Leaving Step One: Smile like it’s muscle memory. Not joy, not humor—just mechanics. You’ll get good at it. So good, they won’t notice the edges cracking.
By Huzaifa Dzineabout a year ago in Poets
The Things I Didn’t Say at Your Funeral
The Things I Didn’t Say at Your Funeral They told me to write a eulogy, something clean, something comforting. But what comfort can be stitched from the threads of a story we never finished?
By Huzaifa Dzineabout a year ago in Poets