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 Dark Falls Different Here
I lost my earphones in the rush of a renovation. I’m sleeping on my bathroom floor tonight. I love my bathroom floor. The dark falls different here.
By Jamie Ramsay3 years ago in Poets
I Don't Love You
I don't love you Completely fictitious I don't love you Just pure ridiculous From your lips, dare I quote, "You don't love me."
By Honey Dunn3 years ago in Poets
Who am I ?
As human beings, one of the most fundamental questions we ask ourselves is "Who am I?" Our sense of self is constantly evolving as we navigate through life's experiences, and it can be a complex and ever-changing concept.
By The Inspiring Ink3 years ago in Poets
Love's smile
When I see the smile of your love, Your face comes to my mind, Your love is my search, So I am watching your love's smile.
By thekishore3 years ago in Poets
காதல் சுவாரியை
"காதல் சுவாரி" காதலின் சுவாரி உன் காலின் காண்பினால் உன் முகம் பார்த்து உன் வாழ்வை மச்சினால் அன்பு உன் காதலின் தேடல் உன் கவலைக்கு
By thekishore3 years ago in Poets
The Adventures of Slimy Steve
Once upon a time, in a garden fair, Lived a snail, with a slime so rare, He was known as Slimy Steve, oh so grand, With a trail so slick, he could slide on the sand.
By Shisui3 years ago in Poets
fire bricks
Denmark imported the diatomaceous clay fire-joined for builders * 16 Jan. 2023 *** Thank you for reading! If you liked this poem, you can add your Insights, Comment, leave a Heart, Tip, Pledge, or Subscribe. I will appreciate any support you have shown for my work.
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
Smoke Signal Rising. First Place in Quadru-haiku Challenge. Top Story - February 2023.
My wounds gather stones and blindly build walls. Alone, can’t chisel their hold. // Flame of my spirit dimmed, closed in by my trowel-
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Poets
The Real World
We brought up high school, my sister and I, and I relived it for the first time in five years. How am I twenty two years old?
By Jamie Ramsay3 years ago in Poets
You’re Not So Gathered In My Head Anymore
I’ve assigned gratitude to the fall evenings I will spend in my sister’s living room, the jazz from the record player, jumping behind our relaxed, diluted conversation.
By Jamie Ramsay3 years ago in Poets
I Wondered You Back
I wonder how many years are in front of me without you. I wonder what it will feel like to forget the sound of your voice, when the static in my chest dies, if it will happen slowly, if I will notice. I wonder if I will ever ride the train and fly past the same landmarks and not think of you. Burrard station in the rain.
By Jamie Ramsay3 years ago in Poets
Famed Equation
Einstein was a genius, of that we're all aware. But what happens when you take E and divide it by c squared? If you think about it and do all the math,
By Frank Ezernack III3 years ago in Poets