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.

Cats
Ginger furry skin Sits the chunky cat Delightfully sweet He purs and stares. The grey fat cat licks his coat wet Cleaning himself expertly
By Denise Larkin3 years ago in Poets
MurderVerse
Johnny sat staring out his window Thoughts Nothing in particular Doris' toof rolled around in his mouth His Soo Van Ear
By David Parham3 years ago in Poets
What do you think of me?
Write me a poem Sing me a song Tell me you love me Or hate me Just don’t make me wait Please don’t make me sit And think
By Jennifer David3 years ago in Poets
Quiz Whatever
This is not poetry. It’s fill in the blank I’m a teacher There’s comfort in assessments I live in hell Otherwise known as [Insert State]
By No Real Balance3 years ago in Poets
The Locket
I always wanted to know what was in a locket I would see women wearing them around their neck it looked so cool so when the opportunity came
By Tyler Hawthorne3 years ago in Poets
Dementia
Memories of you the past is gone wondering how long a memory will stay strong. A vision in their head it's you they see instead
By Denise Larkin3 years ago in Poets
Ode to the Clickbait
Ode to the mighty clickbait! Revealer and reveler of all things secret, all things you need to know. You must know. Now.
By Wm Kucera 3 years ago in Poets
god is not dead
god isn't dead!? she sure did fake it tho... she may have changed her name, but not her ways. some call her a savior, others say she's oppressive.
By ⸘jason alan‽3 years ago in Poets
Discomfort
When I thought of the Flame Deep into that darkness flickering I awoke Flame - tormentor of my dreams My passion is the ablaze flammability
By Elizabeth Rodriguez3 years ago in Poets
Qualification Disclaimer
Excuse me. . I ain’t no wax-lyrical-meter defined-author-purpose kinda writer. I'm more like a dissect-cats-mate-flies-Punnet in the classroom reporter. I understand the submission rules and guidelines. But I gotta hand up. You wanna a poem about comfort from a TEACHER…POST-PANDEMIC?!
By No Real Balance3 years ago in Poets
Second Chance In The Forgiveness Fame Game
Yesterday, all I wanted was An evening full of buzz Entertaining romantic Honest candid But what I got spending my money
By Marc OBrien3 years ago in Poets
flokati.
livin’ in the block of human constraints I constantly think of the greatest comfort I could get from this life, if I only deserved it
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets