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.
It’s Not About the Money
I often sit and ponder What’s in a dollar Not what is it made of But what it makes for us Often it’s very little And it’s only getting smaller
Atomic HistorianPublished 3 months ago in PoetsEchoes of the Abyss
Echoes of the Abyss : In the realm where shadows linger long, And the moon's pale glow is not so strong. A place of whispers in the dark,
sashalouise istedPublished 3 months ago in PoetsFinding Solutions and Inner Peace
A school organized a fun trip for its young students, On the way they passed through a tunnel, under which the bus driver used to pass before.
Umesh YadavPublished 3 months ago in PoetsLucifer
Aspirations of glory and greatness Brought about your downfall Cast from the Heavens Downward to the depths of Sheol Enraged by your plight
Margaret DraperPublished 3 months ago in PoetsThe Glimpse
I caught a glimpse of it one night, nothing more nothing less, a glimpse yes! Just a splinter of second. I was dark, yes so dark that the flicker a flame could not shine and be seen but just as dark as it was, oh it was was a loud indeed an ants steps wrenched my ear drums as it crawled along the old wooded floor boards oh these sounds kept me awake all night. But a glimpse I did indeed see, I swear, of how hideous and aweful, I wish my eyes would of glued shut for I wouldn’t have seen such a hideous creature, but even in a room this dark and radiant noises that echoed of the crepid walls I saw it, it poked its head around my door and smiled as it slowly slid itself back into the depths of the hall back around my bedroom door and herd it crawl away, it crawled so fast and oh so loud I screamed stop ! And heard it creaking foot steps stall and I could hear it turn around and it began to tip toe slowly Soo slowly did it tip toe… as if it had respect for my command or just mocking me, but it was coming back this way and on the nail each time, every 3 seconds I heard it take a step … err … err. In the pale illuminated dark my heart sank. It sank so deep, a hell born fear came over me, under my breath in the faintest form so that maybe it wouldn’t hear me, I said oh god please and then it stoped right infront of my door It stoped than I started to shake for I did not know it’s intension, I wanted to close my eyes but at what use, I couldn’t see any way. I see it black slimy oh it’s wretched claw reach out from the shadows of this hall way and place itself on my door knob. it was there a for what seemed like forever, contemplating, deciphering, watching me. oh did my anxiety grow, I wanted to scream “just do it allready” but then my door started to shut and the hand retreated away back into the shadows. And I could hear it tip toe away. But yes,a glimpse… a glimpse was all I got. Just a splinter a second, nothing more nothing less.
Joshua haganPublished 3 months ago in PoetsThe Lover
As I always say, “I love you”. But, please… Condoms? For our special night? Do you really think that’s romantic? Everybody’s giving them up…
Kendall DefoePublished 3 months ago in PoetsTrapped
How can something so small give me so much hope, and yet, be the same reason why I have none at all? I want nothing more than to be free from the shackles that have binded me for so long,
Angel AdagioPublished 3 months ago in Poetsit is so noted
someone once said, he believes in magic! he believes in words; what's worse, himself. you ought fear him. so, it shall be told, it is so noted.
⸘jason alan‽Published 3 months ago in PoetsRISK
Lost The quick pick ticket Selected lotto numbers and Waited for drawing Ticket Won. $ $ $ $ $ $
Babs IversonPublished 3 months ago in PoetsGIFTED CHILD
Not bright. Not smart either. Very slow to reach an understanding. Quick to overthink. Always wrong for some reason, even after following instructions
Rediscovering Love: Transcending Self-Interest in a Modern World
In our contemporary society, the essence of love appears to be diminishing, overshadowed by a self-serving mentality that I refer to as "what's in for me." The narrative of Remy of Kotzk vividly illustrates this point. Remy once encountered a young man savoring a dish of fish and questioned his motive. "Why are you eating that fish?" Remy asked. The young man replied, "Because I love fish." Remy retorted, "You don't love the fish; you love yourself. The fish merely satisfies your taste buds." Too often, what we label as love resembles "fish love," centered on fulfilling personal desires rather than genuine care for the other.
Christopher EzehPublished 3 months ago in PoetsLove, Madness, and Marriage: Navigating the Complexities of Human Relationships
In the realm of human emotions, few experiences rival the intensity and unpredictability of falling in love. It's a phenomenon often celebrated as divine, yet lurking beneath its surface lies a dangerous madness—a madness that can wreak havoc on the stability of marriages if left unchecked.
Christopher EzehPublished 3 months ago in Poets