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.

From Rags To Riches
From Rags To Riches She sang for pennies on crowded streets. Her voice was lost, still she felt the beat Dreams of stages, lights so bright,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
My Purse Is Empty
My Purse Is Empty My purse is empty you robbed me again said you’d stop you never do out all night down the pub cards and lies
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Live Lightly, Love Fully
Life doesn't last a hundred years, don't waste your time on suffering 😃🌻 Make today happy - don't worry too much, let go of what should be let go
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets
Love’s Shadow: The Fear of Falling
When Love Feels Like a Precious Risk Poem: The Edge of Us I stand at the cliff of your heart, Where the wind whispers, "Jump, but beware—
By Am@n Khan 2 years ago in Poets
Are You Listening Girl
💌 Are You Listening, Girl? 💌 Are you listening, girl? In this gray envelope of clouds, the monsoon descends— So much pollen gathers in the folds of your hair.
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Poets
TRICKLES OF TIME
1/We are trickles of time that fall off freely together with the ticking seconds leaving behind numbers. Naked amidst the busyness named as days...We are wanderers of fate that intertwine tackle the rivers of destiny. And never be able to digest the future.; Because we are just God's Boatswhich never the ends. Looking for its own estuary.2/We humans are mortal beings. 'Always stammering spelling the word love in prayers'. Going from one silence to another (feeling happy). Then the world is like a mirage full of expectations. We humans walk the road in thirst. We are humans travel the distance, on a path built from the desires of others (feeling alienated).
By Shafa Ichwanus2 years ago in Poets
Bridgewalker
I walk between worlds, bare feet on the hush of the earth, mind on fire with futures no one else dares to dream. There’s a pulse I feel in stone and screen—
By Lolly Vieira2 years ago in Poets
More Than Sex
Is there not a deeper connection between individuals than just sex? When a woman engages in conversation with a man Or when two women or two men share intimacy,
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets
Capital Isn't Everything
Life without capital is not scary. Life without effort is scary. This sentence reflects an important idea about success in life, profoundly.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets
Be Self-Reliant
Learning to Rely on Yourself Cultivate self-reliance, Even without push from others. In your childhood, you rely on your parents, in other words you "grow up."
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets
A Father's Little Love
The love of a father who is falling down The hand says the love The heart is deeply in love The tired mouth is sad The heart is deeply in love
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets
The Tree of Poison
The Tree of Poison In the dark of the woods, a tree does stand, With twisted branches like a cruel hand. Leaves like shadows, sharp and green,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets