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
Love is a rose in bloom, Soft petals and a sweet perfume. It's the way the stars align, And the warmth that fills our hearts inside.
By Chirag 3 years ago in Poets
Lemons
yellow and tart tastes better squeezed and mixed with water and sugar or another fruit drink even good in frosting or in a recipe of cake
By Tyler Hawthorne3 years ago in Poets
Country
Beneath the skies so wide and blue, A land of fields and streams anew. With rolling hills and mountain grand, This country is a precious land.
By Linda Marry3 years ago in Poets
Poem
A poem is a whisper on the wind, A feeling captured, a thought pinned. It's a rhythm, a rhyme, a melody, A story told, a mystery.
By Linda Marry3 years ago in Poets
"The Unlikely Friendship of Clarence the Hermit Crab and Polly the Parrot"
Once upon a time, on a tropical island in the middle of the ocean, there lived two very different creatures. One was a grumpy old hermit crab, who had lived on the island for many years, and the other was a young, adventurous parrot, who had just landed on the island after a long journey.
By Naveedh3 years ago in Poets
Phone Frenzy
In the palm of our hands, a world of distraction A never-ending scroll, an endless attraction We're slaves to the screens, we can't look away
By Maheshh3 years ago in Poets
Robo-Rhyme
Robots are here to stay, that's for sure They help us with tasks, that's what they're made for From factories to homes, they're everywhere
By Maheshh3 years ago in Poets
The Cycle of Life
As the autumnal winds begin to howl, and the leaves fall from the trees, I implore you to tend to the garden of your soul. Cultivate the virtues that bring you solace, and prune away the vices that impede your growth. And when the harshness of winter descends upon you, and your spirit feels as barren as the fields, seek refuge in the warmth of self-reflection and introspection.
By MOHAMMED ENAN3 years ago in Poets
Is It Just Me?
If you look at the clouds, have you ever seen something? Like a teddy bear or an angel wing. Laying in our pool, I often look up.
By Cathy Deslippe3 years ago in Poets
Sunset on the Moon
The glowing rays of a rarely seen sun Gleam ever so brilliantly off the gentle moon The shadows hit the craters, mount and dune
By Ksenia Kozhenkova3 years ago in Poets
"Treasures of Life" Uncommon
A thing of beauty rare and true, A treasure set up by only a many, A rock shining bright and clear, A sight that takes down all fear.
By Suresh Natarajan3 years ago in Poets
An Unusual Story
I'm creating a new story out of words laying around. Intentional and creatively I'll mix them with the others I have found.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets