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.

Ventriloquism for Royalty
MC - Part One Kelli - Part Two Cathy - Party Three MC - Part Four Kelli - Part Five Cathy - Part Six MC - Part Seven ⤵⤵⤵
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Poets
What happens if you put me first for once
Not everyone is good at friendship — some only know how to show up when the crowd is kind and the light feels easy. They forget the quiet ones
By Atifa Iqbalzadaabout a year ago in Poets
The Zine Rebellion
Why DIY Art Still Matters I found my first zine in the summer of 2020, tucked under a pile of flyers at a protest in Brooklyn. It was a stapled stack of photocopied pages, rough-edged and smudged, screaming with hand-drawn skulls and furious poetry about police brutality. It wasn’t polished or pretty, but it hit like a fist. That zine—called No Quiet Surrender—felt alive, a piece of someone’s soul pressed into my hands. In a world drowned by algorithms and corporate noise, zines like Salt in the Wound are making a comeback, raw and unfiltered, giving voice to those the mainstream ignores. They’re not just art—they’re acts of rebellion, proof that DIY culture still burns bright.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Poets
What Does a Woman's Journey Through Adversity Reveal About Her Growth?
There are three stages a woman goes through when she's upset. Initially, she might cry because she can't solve the problem. Later, she learns to endure her upset feelings when she realizes she can't change the situation. Ultimately, she learns to laugh when she's upset because she has become fearless.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
God Forgot to Make Me Gentle
"A raw and emotionally powerful short story about a woman shaped by pain, survival, and defiance. “God Forgot to Make Me Gentle” explores the journey of someone who was never given softness but forged strength from the storms she endured. A bold reflection on trauma, identity, and what it means to be unapologetically real in a world that demands silence. Perfect for fans of feminist writing, emotional resilience, and authentic storytelling."
By Syed Umar about a year ago in Poets
No Face
I’m a man with no name No face My mind disconnected My heart lost in space A fantastic phantom animating atoms Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
You-16
So many days I wept over you You thought I leapt over you But in reality I didn’t know what to do My heart has been kept by you
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Does True Love Only Cease with a Final Farewell?
If you think about it, what if one day you suddenly lose someone important to you? How would that make you feel? Loss can be experienced in two distinct ways. One is when the person gives up on you and ends the relationship. The other is when they leave you forever because they've passed away.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
I Only Remember the Smoke
It wasn’t fire— not at first. It was the color of syrup left too long in sun, that gold-thick warning, a sweetness you feel before it turns.
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Poets
Just A Girl Standing In Front Of A Boy
Thoughts: **** No, I don’t wanna talk to you Don’t wanna share a drink I can tell you’ve had a few The way you talk to me
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
The CRYLAND'S King
Oh! Boy! Oh! Boy You're so moody— destroy all the toys Why do you cry so wild? You little annoying child I merely looked- you started crying so loud I think your father does not feel so proud Phone snatched by your hand You fly into rage- roll on the land Tell me, why do you cry so wild? You little annoying child Shut up! Why are you screaming? It's just your daydreaming You're always so selfish boy Don't let anyone touch that filthy toy Now the toy in my hand, little child Lol! Again you started crying so wild You're a very sneaky little thing! Can I call you a CRYLAND'S king? Even the cat slaps you, little king Still, you want to rule over everything It's not the best way you're mild Such drama! This world feels fooled and styled You lie so peacefully in your mama's lap But then you yawn and take a nap The shining Beauty in your heart is pure Yet your crying is wild, not a lion's roar So, why do you cry so wild? You little annoying child There are many great reasons to fly Don't you think Never Kissed the Sky There are vast skies to fly Don't waste time just to cry The shine is in wisdom— not just in your golden hair No more wild crying today— Don't you dare
By Karan w. about a year ago in Poets
She Wrote Poems Instead of Crying
She Wrote Poems Instead of Crying She never liked crying. It wasn’t that she couldn’t cry—she could. She had, once or twice, when she was younger. But the tears always made her feel hollow afterward, as if the pain had drained out of her eyes and left nothing but silence.
By Hamidabout a year ago in Poets