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.

A Child's Journey
The road of my child's life... Parents are just showing the way. Children have to walk on their own legs. No one can walk for him.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets
Most Supportive Commenter
What does the phrase 'Most Supportive Commenter' mean to you? Many readers may think that it means opportunities to share their thoughts and feelings on a particular story
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Poets
Of Metaphorical Vanity and Actualised Nothingness
broadly I'd say the heavy and unrefined brushstrokes of progress have forgotten my soiled and marred canvas a long-held sense of longing
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Must Love Bind, or Can It Set Free?
The meaning of love is to have a companion on the journey of life, someone to discuss things with, someone to share happiness with, and someone to share sadness with.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
To all on my vocal.media
Dear Supporters, Before last month's vocal.media problems, I had lots of friends commenting and likes, but as the problem got fixed, nearly all the people have gone. Is everyone getting my stories and poetry? It’s making me wonder; all the people I built a lovely thing with seem to have vanished. Where are you all? I miss you 😢 Please come back; I just want to know who is still getting my writing. Please comment; it’s very strange. Vocal fixed their problems but support drops ♥️♥️♥️
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
The Things We Leave Behind
I found an old shirt in a dusty drawer, still holding the scent of a time before. Threads worn thin by hands now gone, yet memories stitched where they belong.
By Kamel Saidani2 years ago in Poets
The Echo of Tomorrow
Here's a heartfelt poem that speaks to the soul, evoking deep emotions and reflection: I met a man with tired eyes, his hands were calloused, rough, yet wise.
By Kamel Saidani2 years ago in Poets
"THIS IS MY JAM"
I WRITE MY OWN WORDS, ARTICLES, STORIES WITH MY BRAIN NOT AI. I wrote this on a whim' yesterday as part of a homework assignment for my therapy sessions. I WRITE ALL WORDS. I purposefully created a non Websters Dictionary slang expressions. This is CREATED AS A FUN JAM! I used Suno AI for creating my music to the song. I have over 20 years of musical training. I do not throw music out there. I spend hours editing my songs, music, & videos. I use stock footage & write my own prompts for my stories, songs, & articles. I downloaded the footage that I pay to use. I edit my editing in my art studio on my PC. I WRITE MY OWN STORIES. NOT AI. I FIND MYSELF AT 75, DEFENDING MY ART, MUSIC, ARTICLES, STORIES, AND MY INTEGRITY HAS BEEN AS TO SOME PEOPLE THINK I JUST THROW IT OUT THERE. I USED TO BE INVOLVED WITH MULTI-MEDIA PRODUCTION. WE ALSO USED STOCK FOOTAGE. I DO NOT HAVE A CAR TO DRIVE ALL OVER LA LIKE I USED TO BACK IN THE DAY. I ENJOY USING AI FOR MY ART PRODUCTION. I WRITE MY OWN STUFF! I STUDIED NURSING, BUSINESS, JOURNALISM, ART, COMPUTERS, AND ATTENDED COLLEGE UNTIL I WAS 52.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
A Soldier’s Voice to the Powers That Be
A Soldier’s Voice to the Powers That Be In this land of turmoil, where shadows creep, I stand on the frontline, awake and aware.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
What Am I Doing? Episode 1
On the surface level, am doing nothing, Honestly, if am being objective, No job, being a college drop-out, no major milestone,
By VIXI2 years ago in Poets
Is It Love, or a Loss of Self?
If being with someone stabilizes your emotions, opens your heart, makes you more confident, more cheerful, and more curious to explore the world, then that person is worthy of your love. True love is reciprocal: when you're willing to risk everything for someone, they respond with equal enthusiasm.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of Wealth and Wonder
Whispers of Wealth and Wonder In the realm where hearts collide, where love and passion cannot hide, beneath the stars, with worlds to explore,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets