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 End of the Road: When Is Letting Go the Answer?
When communication becomes ineffective, the best approach is to recognize that we are different, but no one is wrong. Deeply realizing that our cognition is different is key. Not only are our thoughts out of sync, but our actions are too. Even the most basic communication becomes exhausting. No matter how many times we try, the result is the same. This can impact feelings, friendships, and family relationships alike.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
The Wicked Poison Child
The Wicked Poison Child She danced in corners no one dared, with spider thoughts and viper stares, her lullabies could split a skull
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
No Going Back for Us. Poem 3
No Going Back for Us You don’t reply and I don’t blame you I left, said it like a promise as if better waited round the bend
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Grass Just Was Not Greener poem 2
The Grass Just Was Not Greener He spoke like summer, smooth and warm promised me no coming storm said he never broke a vow
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
By the Time You Realise I am gone Poem 1
By the Time You Realise I am gone By the time you realise I am gone the kettle will cool on the stove my scent will linger for a while
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
"Unspoken Cartography"
I smile from behind my morning coffee, offer you the easy answer—“I’m fine”— that glitters like the surface of a polished coin,
By Stefano D'angelloabout a year ago in Poets
Insanity In Today's World
When Did We All Collectively Lose Our Minds? I look at the World... And I Truly want to Know. Are We Truly This Blind to Reality?
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHMabout a year ago in Poets
The Lost, the Lonely, and The Living
The Lost, the Lonely, and The Living They walk in raincoats under sun heads down, eyes on paving stones no hand to hold, no need to run
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Chef Made Human Soup
The Chef Made Human Soup The bell above the café rang no one noticed what she sang a lullaby with sharpened notes while smiling wide and taking coats
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
My Mother ❤️ Your Mother ❤️ Our Mother
She walks with grace, no crown she wears, yet queens could kneel— Before her stare, Her hands are worn— from work and care,
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets
Are We Destined to Part?
In life, we are all destined to leave. Meetings are often coincidences, and separation is a natural progression. After all, joys and sorrows, reunions and partings are common, and no one can truly stop them. So, when that day comes, we must learn to say goodbye properly.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
The Dead Wilted Rose Tree
The Dead Wilted Rose Tree The rose tree leans in next door’s yard twisted limbs and bark charred no bloom dares show its face this year
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets