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.
Whispers of Wealth
Amidst the hustle of the city streets, Banknotes flutter in the air like confetti. Coins clink in pockets, a symphony of wealth,
Arief FakhrizaPublished 4 months ago in PoetsDiscontent or Love
Is this what everyone was talking about? The kind (of love) that suffocates you The kind (of love) that makes you cry out
Donna Fox (HKB)Published 4 months ago in PoetsThe Opposite Side
Elara had always lived on the Inside. Gleaming towers scraped the cloudless sky, their reflective surfaces mirroring the carefully curated reality within.
bishnu prasadPublished 4 months ago in PoetsThe Canterbury Tales: General Prologue
The spring sun, warm and mischievous, peeked through the dusty window of the Tabard Inn, rousing Chaucer from his contemplations.
bishnu prasadPublished 4 months ago in PoetsAwareness to Zanni
Awareness that the world is complex beyond comprehension leaves me frozen. . Bravely, I seek words of wisdom from the transcendental ancients to help me move along whatever road is chosen.
Katherine D. GrahamPublished 4 months ago in PoetsIncertitude
Perfectionist, the title given, To the pretense of a distinct man. What, why or who could he be? Questions he asked himself in the dead of dark.
Desperation
I am the flower of who knows what buried log that to be alive creates children up from the dark womb of the earth—
bishnu prasadPublished 4 months ago in PoetsMy Hair Burned Like Berenice
Long periods of downpour. The drey outside my window would fall also, the breeze would loot. My heart was valent with probability: I could be anybody now, half lady,
bishnu prasadPublished 4 months ago in PoetsThe Years of Water & Light
In the boat I tied her shoes. Additionally, the stream cussed and spat. Our feet extended and our guts inquired. The end is never the way that you expect.
bishnu prasadPublished 4 months ago in PoetsThe Illusion of Friendship
In a world where shadows dance, And reality weaves a wicked trance. I once believed in friendship's truth, A bond unbreakable, forsooth.
Alexander ColePublished 4 months ago in PoetsDesire Path: Sequoia
Today I see the appearances no matter what: the trees across the street, the fogs in Ansel Adams' The Splendid Entrance
bishnu prasadPublished 4 months ago in PoetsBorn With An En Caul/Veil
A baby born with an En Caul means that they are Born encased entirely in an un-ruptured amniotic sac Covering their entire body. As this baby grew she
Brenda CarterPublished 4 months ago in Poets