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.

I Write In Blood, Not Ink
I Write In Blood, Not Ink I write in blood, not ink, you see, Because these words are part of me, Each line I write comes from within, From every loss and every sin.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
A Kevin by Any Other Name
Did me wrong? I name names. I will scream it to the world. I wasn’t always this way. I used to swallow everything whole, bit my tongue until it bled, kept my dirty laundry hidden behind closed doors.
By Tina D. Lopez3 months ago in Poets
The Theater of Fate
Thank those who have appeared in your life. Everyone's arrival in our world is a deliberate arrangement by fate. The characters in this play carry missions bestowed upon them by heaven; their appearance always aims to teach you something.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing3 months ago in Poets
Jessica's Boobs
I can’t stop thinking about Jessica’s boobs. Not in that way. I’m not a lesbian. I’m not attracted to her. She’s my coworker.
By Tina D. Lopez3 months ago in Poets
A WEEKEND ON HIS BOAT
A WEEKEND ON HIS BOAT He asked me for a weekend, Upon his little boat, He promised me the sunshine, And calmness on the sea.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
When Nobody Notices Your Tears
When Nobody Notices Your Tears You smile for the world though your heart feels tired, Pretending you’re strong when your soul feels expired. Nobody sees the battles you fight in your head, The nights full of worries when you lie in your bed.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
JUST LIKE MAMA SAID
By Marie381uk 2026 JUST LIKE MAMA SAID My mama always told me, To listen to my heart, She said when something feels wrong, You should know when to part.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Where the Dead Flowers Go
Where the Dead Flowers Go Where do dead flowers go when nobody comes Do they sleep in the dark where the cold earth hums Do they dream of the hands that once held them tight Or simply forget they were ever alive
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
THE FRIEND I THOUGHT I KNEW
THE FRIEND I THOUGHT I KNEW I thought that you would always stay, You said we’d never part, I trusted every word you said, And gave you all my heart.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
THE WOMAN I AM BECOMING
THE WOMAN I AM BECOMING I used to fear tomorrow, And wonder what I’d find, I carried all my worries, And kept them in my mind.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
ONE DAY THEY WILL UNDERSTAND
ONE DAY THEY WILL UNDERSTAND One day they will understand, Why I became so still, Why I stopped explaining things, When talking had no will.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Burnt by My Own Matches
Burnt by My Own Matches I struck the flame with trembling hands, thinking I could warm myself without getting burned. One little spark for every promise, one tiny flame for every lie I told myself was love.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets