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 Nomad
I see a nomad stuck in no man’s land A wayward wanderer on the side of the road And like a deer in headlights He stands there frozen
By Dan-O Vizzini3 years ago in Poets
Apogee in Advance of Bad Poetry
TO A TEACHER ONCE KNOWN: Poems aren’t my thing, but here’s an odyssey of a dream. I’ll write a ballad. Google says it counts as poetry.
By No Real Balance3 years ago in Poets
Riding the Roller Coaster of Dreams
My dream it held something I could not deny On a coaster ride that launched up to the sky. The stars twinkled brightly, so much more than before
By Holly Rae3 years ago in Poets
Crazy Full Moon Dream
On a night of the full moon I had a dream that would soon Become the wildest of all A dream that would leave me in awe In a dream, I was flying high Up in the clouds, way up in the sky I felt free and weightless, my heart full of cheer As I soared through the air, without a single care
By Karunakaran R3 years ago in Poets
Vivid Dreams
An acrostic poem on vivid dreams ———————————————- V oices in my head call to me, from down the hall I pull my pillow up - to swiftly cover face
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Nature And Human Nature In The Poetry Of Browning
In literature nature has a significant role. The word 'nature' suggests the whole universe and every created object-living or non-living. Browning had his own attitude to nature according to his temperament and poetic sensibilities. In the present essay let us have a glimpse of the treatment of nature in the poetry of Browning.
By Kashif3 years ago in Poets
Comfort zone
I sit in my comfort zone, A place that's warm and dear. Where all my doubts and fears are known, But never faced, I fear.
By Nims3 years ago in Poets
Comfort Zone
Here I'm sitting on the chair Behind the window I'm always here I hardly ever go out there My world is only me and my home
By For Good Luck3 years ago in Poets
"Embracing the Journey: A Poem on Life"
Life is a journey, a winding road Full of ups and downs, twists and turns We start out small, so innocent and pure But soon we learn that life can be quite a blur
By Preethi3 years ago in Poets
The Boy with Superpowers
There once was a boy with superpowers He could fly, run faster than hours He could see through walls and objects in space
By Mello.viibes3 years ago in Poets
Dirge
Humble dirge; Black refrain, Resounding solemn Through sheets of rain, Up From swells Of aching hearts Through crowds of us…
By Veronica Coldiron3 years ago in Poets
Trays of trash like trauma
you are not up to my standards Says big white cat, Shaking off the dust in your eyes, And you keep it in your mouth So you don’t argue, a good mouse
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets