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.

The Ebb and Flow of Time
Boredom sets – seconds tick – a moment of pleasure – hours pass away
By Kate Gall3 years ago in Poets
The Power of Dreams
Oh, the power of dreams, a journey so real, With limitless possibilities, that we can truly feel. A world without limits, where anything can be,
By M Anandaraj 3 years ago in Poets
Anti-Predestinarian
Our time - not mapped out anti-predestinarian We chart our own course * Thank you for reading! This is my third entry into the Time Capsule Haiku Challenge. Another utilising a 7-syllable word. I hope you enjoyed it. If you did, please click the heart, drop a comment or do both.
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Reading
A moment in time Written imagination Authors steal the mind
By D.A. Rowley3 years ago in Poets
Future Show
The future written by those who watched the Jetsons Zoom calls, TeleDoc.
By Daniel Stine3 years ago in Poets
Time moves slow
Time is very slow You can't remember all time Time will pass you too
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Poets
I Time Traveled
I went back in time I tried to change history I failed terribly
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Poets
The Time Traveler's Dilemma: Altering History's Course
Gerald was a brilliant scientist who had been working on a time travel machine for many years. He had always been fascinated by history and the idea of being able to change events from the past. One day, he finally succeeded in creating the machine, and he decided to go back in time and alter a historical event.
By Dolvie N.3 years ago in Poets
Pointless Pleasures & Long-Term Dread
We crave lots of time Wasted in all useless ways You can’t reverse gifts
By 𝒟𝒶𝒾𝓈𝒽𝒶 𝒲.3 years ago in Poets
I sold my life.
She stands up from among the bodies piled around her. Notices the air as it flows through her scalp. She does not smell the decomposed corpses because she has attained a nature of retrieving their coins which cannot transfer into the afterlife.
By Martins Abuah3 years ago in Poets
Sorry Maths Sir , I Dislike YoU
pon a time, there was a young boy named Jack who lived in a small village. Jack was a brilliant student in all subjects except for mathematics. He would struggle with the formulas, equations, and problem-solving exercises. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't seem to understand the subject.
By Immortal people 3 years ago in Poets
What's it like to be loved?
For best experience, listen to my music while reading this poem. ... I just arrived on this world, what a sight So much chaos, so much action, day and night
By Elizabeth Figueroa3 years ago in Poets