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.

YELLOW-PINK VOLTAGE
I am arriving here with a quiet mind and an open heart, letting the day unfold without rushing. This entry is part reflection, part creation, part pulse a small moment to breathe and reconnect. Trusselli Art dedicates this piece of the archive to freedom lovers, & lovers of peace, democracy & equality.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 26 days ago in Poets
So, that was Christmas
Goodbye, Birthdays… Hello, Christmas! That’s how it typically goes in our family. Lounge-room furniture’s shoved aside, out of its cosy nest
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶26 days ago in Poets
When Crying Ends
When Crying Ends After the crying stops, something heavier remains. Not sadness exactly, more like emptied ground. Tears clean the surface briefly,
By Marie381Uk 26 days ago in Poets
The Little Things
frost covers the car like debt at the casino with a remote start
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden26 days ago in Poets
Why Do Fools Never Learn
Why Do Fools Never Learn I watched the warning signs line up in red, they waved like hands that wanted me to stop. I told myself that love knew better plans,
By Marie381Uk 26 days ago in Poets
You Wanted a Child Bride for a Passport to the UK
You Wanted a Child Bride for a Passport to the UK You spoke of love with papers in your hand, your vows were written smaller than your need.
By Marie381Uk 26 days ago in Poets
A Return to Self: Is Single Life a Retreat, or a Rebirth?
Being single means fearing self-reliance, not trouble, because ultimately, no one is responsible for another's life. This is the unspoken truth in many hearts.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing27 days ago in Poets
How Do You Hide a Broken Heart Because It’s Christmas
How Do You Hide a Broken Heart Because It’s Christmas The tree stands proud with lights that never judge, they blink like joy has never left this room.
By Marie381Uk 27 days ago in Poets
Sitting In Gratitude
How often do you sit down... Just to experience gratitude? It seems to be a lost art in our world today... With so many people focused on what is next...
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)27 days ago in Poets
The Call That Stayed
The phone rang only once. Not the desperate kind. Not the long, pleading vibration that fills a room with panic. Just once. Clean. Precise.
By Salman Writes27 days ago in Poets
Darkness, I Curse You
Darkness, I Curse You Darkness, I curse you for the weight you lay upon my shoulders, heavy as stone. You swallow light and steal my way,
By Marie381Uk 27 days ago in Poets
Surviving The "Feels"
we were whispers, unspoken just collateral damage caught up in the moment emotionally disadvantaged set up for the fall out
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden28 days ago in Poets