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.

A Journey to Inner Peace
Sleeping, oh how I adore, A state so peaceful and pure. Where dreams dance in my mind, And worries of the day become blind.
By Emily.3 years ago in Poets
The Directions
The guides of our way, Leading the journey of life each day. They all have their place, Pointing us towards our space.
By Arun Ramasamy3 years ago in Poets
Rarities. Top Story - February 2023.
Living centurions. 4 leaf clovers. Lifetime love. Fresh leftovers. Shooting stars. Volcanic eruptions. Solar eclipses.
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Poets
Finally, Some Company?
Who is that knocking at the door? Has ever a sound been so sweet? Could it be what I’ve long prayed for? Who is that knocking at the door?
By Chloë J.3 years ago in Poets
the rain behind the bars is not really wet
people are hiding from the rain their faces are all wet umbrellas dancing in the rain gusty winds tear at them to the southeast where the land is bare
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
Littoral cell angioma
Leave it to me to have an uncommon condition Iron deficiency, long-standing; an early clue Tick, tick, tick, a ticking bomb
By Marilyn Glover3 years ago in Poets
The Time Traveler's Dilemma
Henry had always been fascinated by the concept of time travel. As a young boy, he would spend hours daydreaming about what it would be like to go back in time and change the course of history.
By Linda Marry3 years ago in Poets
Chains of Solitude
Behind bars and locked away, In a place where freedom's sway, Is but a distant memory, A life of monotony. The iron gates, a heavy weight,
By Jagatheesh M3 years ago in Poets
The Lost Mug's Odyssey
A lonely office worker was quite bereft, For a cherished mug had gone missing, left, It held his tea, his life, his very soul,
By James Green3 years ago in Poets
One Day I Will Com To Paradise
One day I'll come to the paradise, Where skies are always blue and bright, Where troubles melt away like ice, And all is bathed in golden light.
By Kamal kumar3 years ago in Poets
If Walls Could Talk, They'd Tell Us Our Prisons Are Failing Us.
If walls could talk, I’d tell you of broken dreams, of a justice system that's not what it seems. For too long, I have been a silent witness to the daily struggles of the inmates, a silent observer of their pain and despair. A silent reminder of the injustices within and of the broken system that allows me to exist. I have remained silent for far too long, for behind me, lies a system that has failed us all.
By Naya Lizardo3 years ago in Poets
A RARE GEM
Rare Gem, Unlike Any Other Shimmering in the light, a sight to see A treasure beyond measure, oh so rare and free Its beauty unmatched, its worth untold
By Star gopi3 years ago in Poets