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 Man Who Never Slept
The Man Who Never Slept He came when all the clocks were wrong the wind stood still, the night too long his coat was wet with nothing near
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
What is Organization?
What do you think this term 'organization' means to you? Occupational hazard at times regarding the skills that one may have in
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
Royalty - Part 5
* Ingrit made her way to an old dresser - that sat in the corner, next to a picture of small wooden door. She checked over her shoulder to see she was alone and as quiet as a mouse she gently opened the drawer
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Summer Nights
It's the summer of '09 And we're feelin' fine Nothin' like hangin' In the middle of the night The fire's lit and the skies all right
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
When Rain Falls, My Memories Rise
When Rain Falls, My Memories Rise There is something sacred about the sound of rain. Not the kind that lashes the windows in fury, but the soft, persistent kind—the one that seeps into the soil and the soul. The kind that slows the world just enough to let the past catch up.
By Hamidabout a year ago in Poets
Is True Strength Found in Acceptance?
There is no permanent peak and no eternal trough. True strength isn't about forgetting, but about accepting. Accept the impermanence of the world, embrace loneliness and frustration, welcome the sudden sense of powerlessness, acknowledge your own imperfections, and make peace with confusion, anxiety, and regrets.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
S H A T T E R E D
S H A T T E R E D Inside my heart a shattered dream no silk escape no golden seam the mirror cracked the glass ran wild I stitched my silence like a child
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Inside the Apple
Inside the Apple I bit too deep, the sweetness lied beneath the blush, a hard thing writhed. Not worms, no slow decay,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Those Eyes
I’ve been searching for a love as good as gold, I’ve been looking for someone to love and hold, I’ve stumbled over heartaches, there have been quite a few,
By Calvin Londonabout a year ago in Poets
Denying The Voices
There are moments when the voices die And completely fade away My thoughts hit hard, like vices Till floral words start to decay
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
to knowing a problem. Content Warning.
to all the fried fish, and the fresh ones. to the ones who take the bait. to the hooks, lines, and sinkers taken to the pain.
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
Eye In The Sky
Have you heard the rumors have you seen the signs The clouds hide an intruder lurking high up in the sky Are they spying or returning
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets