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 ocean.
The ocean. Oh, that for once you would tell me of your secrets. That the misted whispers, which brush across my face would say more than just shatter pieces of secrets.
By willow j. ross3 years ago in Poets
Book
Start writing...The time I learned to read, Opened a new reality, To me and followed a hall of fame, Gathering that is thumbs up to all of us,
By Alex Jennett3 years ago in Poets
The comfort of a cup of coffee
Morning coffee is a time for reflection that can offer comfort with a subconscious inflection. In a moment, each individual, for themselves can judge
By Katherine D. Graham3 years ago in Poets
My Bed
Touch the softness of the fabric The sheets, the comforter It summons Just for me, my mind My bed is my space, It's my comfortable place
By Shaina Vue3 years ago in Poets
Contemplating... Part I
I always imagined myself laying across the couch having an amazing time reading another self help book; because, those have gotten me through my trying times ok!! Sipping delicate Vanilla Comoro from Harney's and Sons. I love some hot tea with a splash of oat milk. Hmmmmm! Every morning, before the sun rises I put on a pot to boil, prepare my cup and patiently wait. Throw on a little meditation audio and just lay there. Its a routine or whatevea they said.
By I Am Sav Renee3 years ago in Poets
Back to the Start
You want a poem about comfort? Here . Words delivered on accident. What celebrated excuses made to inquire, claw past curiosity
By No Real Balance3 years ago in Poets
And so what ?
And so what that i didn't have a normal childhood thats the only one i pretty knew existed and so what I had no love I felt the love in between the situations I was making and I still do the loving connection with the whole.
By Darkos3 years ago in Poets
Horrid Little Desires
I want red, dripping oozing Fresh mottling and bruising. I want vibrant tears in my eye To tell a story of grief as I die.
By Laura Lann3 years ago in Poets
Pairing Devil and Angel
Who am i actually. Who hides behind the mask. Who am i trying to show off too. Why do i care. Why do i follow others.
By Edgar Romero3 years ago in Poets
Bullseye
Bullseye, Let it fly. Stick it in, Get a win. Make a triple, Keep it simple. Have a drink, Give a wink. Blast a tune,
By Rachael MacDonald3 years ago in Poets
Comfort in a cup of coffee
I make a coffee, and after drinking it, I sit for a moment. I glance inside the cup, at the grounds that come from the cradle of civilization,
By Katherine D. Graham3 years ago in Poets
Mirepoix
Onions diced— the knife against it’s crisp guts being stopped by a wooden cutting board a hollow sound, earthy and bold.
By A. Skillings3 years ago in Poets