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.
These Haunted Dolls
The following in an entry to Poppy's Prompts - January Edition: . Her babushka Dolls Sing to me at 2am I hear their voices call
Donna Fox (HKB)Published 4 months ago in PoetsDear Gabriel
DEAR GABRIEL, Dear Gabriel, how it feels so lone here. I'm in this dark room with no windows, I'll suffocate. The only door is shut with me in,
Sylverline ChigaemezuPublished 4 months ago in PoetsThe City of Love
Where the youth ages in the spirits of eternity, Grows in the specter of fondness that never dies, The aspect of beauty cannot keep its lustrous eyes.
Hridya SharmaPublished 4 months ago in PoetsA Tale of Woe
Busted Eggs Spilled milk Flour on the wall Sugar on the floor A forgotten order Crack! Another knot A wooden spoon An upset mother
Mother CombsPublished 4 months ago in PoetsPOWER OF THE OF THE SUPREME
Self thought all I have belongs to me O, how wrong my thoughts were All I have belongs not to me Not even my body nor my breath
Kpochi AmosPublished 4 months ago in PoetsDeath and ghosts
In the dark embrace of death, ghosts roam Their souls were lost and lonely in endless lamentation Their cry, a haunting melody, a sorrow
Ahamed ThousifPublished 4 months ago in PoetsA Snowman's Swan Song
From the distance you spot my existence, I am symbol of playful innocence. Darkness can’t hide my joyful presence, in this snowy landscape.
The code
Chapter 1: The Mysterious Message Samantha was going about her daily routine when she received a mysterious message. The message contained an encrypted code that she had never seen before.
Tides Of Love
Are You Ready to Finally Meet Your True Soulmate : Once upon a time, in a coastal village nestled between rugged cliffs and endless waves, there lived a young sailor named Alex. He was a skilled navigator, known for his daring adventures and tales of the sea. Every evening, he would sit by the shore, gazing at the horizon as the sun dipped below, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink.
Scott LewisPublished 4 months ago in PoetsTruth
In shadows deep, where truth unveils a tear-stained sky, Whispers echo honesty's plea, unveiling wild tales. Bold and bare, truth stands alone—a beacon carving paths
Adisa TimileyinPublished 4 months ago in PoetsThe Power of Purpose
There once were three bricklayers collaborating side by side on a building site. A interested onlooker questioned each of them about their activities.
The human condition
In this world full of twists and turns, Where life is a winding staircase, We climb and climb, but never learn Secrets of the Wind.
Ahamed ThousifPublished 4 months ago in Poets