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.

New Year’s Kisses
New Year’s Kisses The clock counted down, in a room of bright cheer, our lips met once, as midnight drew near. Champagne glasses shook,
By Marie381Uk 18 days ago in Poets
Old Fashioned
Surrounded by friends None of which are mine While Wheatus plays The pretty one chews her nails And the third wheel blonde checks her phone
By Aaron Morrison19 days ago in Poets
Personal and CloseUp Every Day
Personal And Close Up Every Day I watch you from the corner of my heart, slowly, quietly, pulling me in, each smile a tether, each word a thread,
By Marie381Uk 19 days ago in Poets
Goodbye Always Hurts
Goodbye Always Hurts I watched your figure fade, the doorway swallowing your shape, and the air felt heavy, impossible, goodbye always hurts like this.
By Marie381Uk 19 days ago in Poets
Public Announcement
The bell goes off, as I walk through the hall - I had to stop, and see the people moving around, this fall. As they move about their lives, and wisp through the hall
By Raith C. Francis19 days ago in Poets
2025: A Landscape of Resilience
Thank you to myself for trying my best, and for accepting what I couldn't do. Standing at the tail end of 2025 and looking back on this year's events, it feels like a journey through typhoons, torrential rain, and blazing sun. There was the passion of giving my all, and the grace of accepting what I couldn't. Looking up, there are trivialities; looking back, there are magnificent landscapes.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing19 days ago in Poets
Hold On Tight to the End
Hold On Tight to the End I felt the wind tear at my hands, the world pulling me in all directions, your eyes like lighthouses in the dark,
By Marie381Uk 19 days ago in Poets
Rainbow Reflections
Artist Statement: The Spectrum of Us "Rainbow Reflections" is more than a song; it is a sonic and visual reclamation of the space between the binaries. In a world that often demands we choose a single "lane" or a "brittle script" of either/or, this project celebrates the "mixed genre" reality of the human soul.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 19 days ago in Poets
Divided by Our Skin
Divided by Our Skin Your fingers traced the line of my arm, as if trying to reach beneath, but no touch could cross the wall,
By Marie381Uk 19 days ago in Poets
A Baker’s Dozen
A Baker’s Dozen Thirteen rests on the counter, not twelve, not eleven, but one more, a quiet gift folded into the warmth of bread,
By Marie381Uk 20 days ago in Poets
New Year’s Resolution What Is Yours?
New Year’s Resolution What Is Yours? Another year stands quietly at the door, asking what I will carry, what I will leave behind.
By Marie381Uk 20 days ago in Poets
When Christmas Was a Manger
When Christmas Was a Manger Christmas was never wrapped in shining paper, It arrived on straw beneath a borrowed roof. No music played, no crowds stood waiting,
By Marie381Uk 20 days ago in Poets