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.

Star-Crossed, Hapless And Unfortunate
My non poem, poem about the things that I don't say **** For the most part, dogs are pretty selective about where they choose to poop, based on a combination of things, including scent marking, comfort preferences, and even their perception of the Earth's magnetic field.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
I Sleep
I sleep because I’m not lonely in my dreams I sleep because, my dream is the only thing that make sense to me I sleep in the same position I always sleep
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
Imperfection: The Path to Self-Love
Among countless choices, I always gravitate towards those I believe are worthwhile. I might execute them beautifully or mess them up miserably, but that doesn't truly matter. What truly matters is that I've given my best. It's difficult to do everything perfectly and live a life without regrets. The key is to simply do our best, enjoy the process, and accept the results.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
When the Hourglass Breaks
When the hourglass breaks and the sands have spilled, And silence falls where the noise once thrilled, We stand before the mirror of the End—
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets
My Dream
I have seen the face of man, Not the outer flesh but the lurking stain— A mask so proud, it veils the shame, A crown of thorns worn in disdain.
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets
The Dreamsmith’s Flame
I have a dream, Not the kind that fades at dawn, But one that blazes in the soul Like a star that keeps the night warm. It sings in silence,
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets
Eighteen in Bloom
By the wind, by the leaf, I lived. And I live still. I was the whisper of a morning breeze, Soft on your skin, tender as hope.
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets
Early On A Winter's Morn...
My room was warm when I went to bed, (I turned the heater off before I slept) Snug and cozy beneath all the blankets But cold alongside darkness crept
By Natasja Roseabout a year ago in Poets
Battling For Dinner
Prehistoric times were filled with many a wonder, fighting each other for bounties worthy of plunder. Creatures with strength that rival any beast,
By Toby Hewardabout a year ago in Poets
The People I Thought I Knew
Once, I thought I knew you Someone to respect and admire. Did you ever exist at all? Was I just blinded by your fire? Masks removed, facade broken
By Natasja Roseabout a year ago in Poets
The Bite of the Anopheles
In the belly of the dusk, when the moonlight limps, A creature stirs with delicate limbs. Silent wings and a needle-thin beak,
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets
More Venomous Than the Serpent
O Inland Taipan, crowned in sand, With venom held in slender hand, Thou art no villain of the tale— But Man, ah Man! The true betrayal.
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets