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.

Love Written In Black Ink
Love Written In Black Ink People speak of love like flame Bright and fast and hard to tame Like thunder in the sky Or stars appearing overnight
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Beyond Right and Wrong
A good partner is someone who truly empathizes with you. How important is empathy? When you are sad or have made a mistake, their first thought isn’t to correct you, but to comfort you—prioritizing your emotions. Reasoning comes later. More than being right or wrong, they care about your well-being.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing5 months ago in Poets
A Stranger To Myself
A Stranger To Myself I looked back at old days and barely knew that face. Not because time changed me just life had done its work.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
what for he fought. Top Story - June 2026. Content Warning.
long after the war is over a single lonely soldier rides home his only companions are the chill and silence while he considers many things
By ⸘jason alan‽5 months ago in Poets
The Last Wish
The Last Wish There is a place beyond all sleep Where people go their truths to keep No roads lead there, no lantern glows
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Wild Willows
wild horses appeared through the willows and for a moment I drifted through time back to where the tumble weeds tumbled and the canyons exposed open skies
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 months ago in Poets
What Stayed Behind
What Stayed Behind I thought I left it there in years already gone. Yet certain thoughts return when least expected. You hear one passing phrase
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
You’re not going
My mirror asked again the same question Are you going to carry it again? The broken years. The names that still taste like rust.
By Cadma5 months ago in Poets
No Witness
No Witness There are things I never say and things I never share. Not because they matter less just harder left exposed.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Empty Chairs
Empty Chairs I kept the place for you long after things had changed. As though old ways could hold what had already gone.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Cold Side Of Midnight
Cold Side Of Midnight There are nights that feel long without a cause to name. You sit with your own thoughts and let them fill the room.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Just Behind, The Hunt
did you hear thatcan you feel it or is that my own past ascending on me full of my old regrets and those failures nailed like a sin to a tree
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 months ago in Poets