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.

Crimson Secrets
Crimson Secrets She moves like sunset, draped in fire, A silent storm, a raw desire. Eyes that cut through velvet air, A whispered curse, a wicked stare.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Just friends but I want more ❤️
Just friends but I want more Always the friend, a steady hand, A quiet voice that understands. A smiling face, a listening ear,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
3/4/25
Falling up to the sky Kiss the moon The swallow’s swoon The clouds cry on the plain Rotting corpses rule the day Shards of the gods wandering aimlessly
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Crazy In Love
he was swept up in the moment she was swept up in his arms she wondered if she loved him or just swept up in his charms he offered her forever
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Are We All Just Running Our Own Marathon?
Life is not life when you get what you want; life is life when things go wrong. You think what you missed is youth, but no, what you gained is youth. Don't just remember to look up at the moon in the sky every day; also remember to pick up six pennies on the ground occasionally.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
The New Style Mobility Scooter
The New Mobility Scooter I rode my horse down Market Street, With wheels instead of clumsy feet, No neigh or sound to break the peace,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
The Little Seed- Poem. AI-Generated.
A little seed, so small and round, Planted gently in the ground. With care profound, it’s tucked away, To wake beneath the sun’s first ray.
By Sujeet M Sonar2 years ago in Poets
Printed in INK (Cinquain #2). Top Story - March 2025.
When the year is old and the day Is young, When the wake of spring, brings complacent men, And the stars come out when the darkness swung
By Caitlin Charlton2 years ago in Poets
The Savage Hands of Humanity
They carve the earth with hands of steel, Ripping flesh from soil to seal Their cities high, their towers tall— Blind to the ones who take the fall.
By COU2 years ago in Poets
No love letters.No big Romance
No love letters.No big Romance She waited for his letters, still and quiet, Nights passed like shadows on the wall. She told herself he’d write tomorrow,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Love Letter Never Sent
Love Letter Never Sent He wrote them in the quiet hours, Ink smudged by a shaking hand, Words of love he never sent, Dreams too heavy to withstand.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
"A DYSTOPIAN NIGHTMARE DREAM". Content Warning.
I dreamt this nightmare in 2023. I had all these visuals in my head for a week. I decided to create my dream as we are now living in a dystopian nightmare. I confess I added the visuals with rainbows, dancing, and as people laughed and smiled again.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets