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.

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The sun hides As the moon looks at me with adoring eyes My heart betrays me with its lies But my brain keeps me wise to my demise
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
6 Doors To Nowhere
6 Door To Nowhere In shadows deep, six doors stand wide, Each one a promise, yet fears do abide. A fight for breath, my heart starts to race,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Trauma
Trauma is the spice of life It’s what makes the mundane enjoyable No matter how horrible It’s better being here than there
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Seize The Night
Carpe Diem Seizing a nine to five Like a lemming Dosed in yellow Projecting perfection outwards From pink houses To this I dissent
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
The First Kiss of a New Dawn
In the quiet hum of the breaking day, Where shadows linger, yet fade away, I felt the touch of something new, A spark, a light—so pure, so true.
By Masood Zahid2 years ago in Poets
Falling Forward in the Dark
I stumbled first, then lost my way, Each step a bruise, each breath a sway. The darkness wrapped its cold embrace, A never-ending, shadowed race.
By Masood Zahid2 years ago in Poets
My Secret Love Is No More
My Secret Love Is No More You made me laugh when nothing could, You looked at me like no one should, I felt like fire, I felt like sin,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
I am an act of rebellion
Tales of long-lost love, where a princess yearns for a man’s plea To be redeemed for her desolation, waiting for someone who sets her soul free.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The Women in My Family: Their Untold Stories
They say history is written by the victors, but in my family, history was woven in silence—stitched into the hems of dresses, folded into recipes passed from hand to hand, buried beneath the hush of customs and expectations. The women in my family were not conquerors of lands, nor did they sign treaties or sit in parliament halls. But they conquered poverty, war, heartbreak, and silence. And though their stories were never officially told, they remain alive—in glances, gestures, and the quiet strength passed from mother to daughter.
By Osama2 years ago in Poets
The Locksmith’s Shadow
Beneath the floor, a dead man sighs, The locksmith’s shadow never dies. His fingers forged in iron lore, Each one a key, each knuckle sore.
By Kevin Hudson2 years ago in Poets
Falling in Love with a Stranger on a 12-Hour Flight
Falling in Love with a Stranger on a 12-Hour Flight I met him someplace over the Atlantic, someplace among movies, stale pretzels, and awkward naps. It began out with a mix-up. Seat 32A changed into mine, however a tall, dark-haired man changed into already settled in it, headphones on, hoodie up.
By Md Asraf Hosain2 years ago in Poets
Beautiful Disaster
A Beautiful disaster one of my favorite mistakes Occur when happily ever after comes in unexpected wakes Flooding doubt and reassurance
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets