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.

On Poetry (Revised): The Audience Weeps
A lack of educational groundingfeels Unintentionally liberationalwhat comes next is not expositoryscoundrels We. Wonder.
By Paul Stewart5 months ago in Poets
Something Like Love
It's getting cold in here, I can tell, can you feel it my head in the clouds and my heart on the wheel Look ma, I made it, because I don't quit
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 months ago in Poets
The Morning After
The Morning After I woke to the sound of nothing at all, Just a stare from across the room, Feathers tangled in every direction,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Unrepeatable Moments
Time may not solve everything, but solutions often emerge with time. Even if the past has saddened you, giving yourself time will allow you to better face the future and begin a new life. Some things may cause pain, but time will allow you to gain the perspective needed to face past setbacks with a smile.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing5 months ago in Poets
Softly Whispering You Love Me
Softly Whispering You Love Me Softly whispering you love me, In the silence of the night, Your gentle words drift through my soul,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Taking the Bullet for Someone Else’s Crime
Taking the Bullet for Someone Else’s Crime I took the bullet for your crime The scraps you dropped beside the floor, You walked away with clean hands raised,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Silence Is A Language
I want to hear. But you hide— every silent answer speaking a language I don’t want to learn. It would have been better had the vague whispers stayed an absence of sound. It should not have been relayed in welcome, inviting an audience, existing for vanity. Had there been an exchange shared in transparency— with egos unattached— it would have survived to adulthood. Yet the playground bears witness to hide-and-seek, or the game of silence. The winner continues to be the only player having fun. There is a clear, incorruptible truth that lives: To be the bigger person, one must ignore the frivolous games. Respect.
By Ms Jade 5 months ago in Poets
SITTIN' IN MY BLUE ROOM . Top Story - June 2026. Content Warning.
SITTIN IN MY BLUE ROOM 1967 This is a 1967 poem from my archives. The world in the 60s was a different place. Girls were 2nd class citizens. Boys were perfect in every way. I am sharing these poems to focus on staying in 2026. I believe in equality for all. Let’s learn to love not to hate. Girls need college and careers not top to just rattle pots and pans.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 5 months ago in Poets
Noah and His Ark
Noah and His Ark The clouds gathered above the earth, Heavy with judgment yet unseen, The skies grew darker day by day, Beyond what any man had dreamed.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Teach Me How to Become a Man
Teach Me How to Become a Man Teach me how to become a man, Not through anger, fists, or pride, Show me how to carry burdens,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Transformation Through Survival
Your judgemental glare is void of noise demanding grace for what I lack But every scar has got a voice every bruise I have talks back
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 months ago in Poets
When the Tea Grows Cold
A fading relationship isn't necessarily a betrayal; it's often just a return to reality. Many people find it hard to accept—how could someone who was once so good to you suddenly become distant?
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing5 months ago in Poets