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.

It Happen One Night
A murder, A murder, A murder they cried their screams filling the night sky "Oh, how could something happen so evil and vile"
By Bria Fairchild4 years ago in Poets
Sugar Hymns
The Special And Merry Sugar Hymns A Poem by Anon Whose Sugar Hymns is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite happy though.
By Cosmos Walter4 years ago in Poets
Startling Sybil's Sibilance
Startling Sybil’s stuttering stopped Sporadically since springtime Sounds, sparrows, squeals Sybil sighed softly ** Surrounding stream's sources
By Whimsical Wanderer 4 years ago in Poets
Eggy
My head is an Egg head Yes, an egg head With a never ending fore- Head My eyebrows Well Done and My thoughts ✨Scrambled✨
By Tuli4 years ago in Poets
Non-Fiction
Is there really non fiction if every word and story can be changed? Exaggerated? From the size of the squirrel, to how many crumbs it stole from your palm,
By Josey Pickering4 years ago in Poets
Dad
Memories are a true niche Life offers many of them We cannot forget the time So wonderful thoughts So wonderful moments
By Levi4 years ago in Poets
The Gypsy And The White Knight
Somewhere in the woods Princess Bella Russia was looking for the goods That she did not own Instead belonging to a gypsy all alone
By Marc OBrien4 years ago in Poets
There still is time for dreams
I still hope for a better world where paradise is lost I still hope for another breath I know my life is lost I dreamt of a foreign land
By Julia Heussler4 years ago in Poets
A Night of Bitter Dreams.. Top Story - April 2022.
Illusive, are the humpback whales that evade my mind. They arrive without warning, drifting through darkness like passing clouds on a moonlit night. Oblivious, to the hustle and bustle of an untamed world far below.
By Daniel Jordan Smith4 years ago in Poets
Colorful Moods
my eyes are brown, your’s are blue, mine are me, your’s are you! my hair, brown like my eyes has never been changed with coloring dyes.
By Moe Radosevich4 years ago in Poets
A Fatal Crossing
Five score and ten years ago By an iceberg, the ship did sink Fifteen hundred perished that night Plus the murder of Mr. Fink
By Catherine Marie4 years ago in Poets
Oh no, I'm Falling Behind
Oh no, I’m falling behind Can’t type all time Want a break from my pencil *** Oh no, I wasn’t the kind To put off the rhyme
By Whimsical Wanderer 4 years ago in Poets