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 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 Writes28 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 28 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
Then, Let It Go. Top Story - December 2025.
Let it fester for a minute Let it simmer and bleed Let it fill with emotion Let it drain you of your need Let it cry Let it wimper
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden28 days ago in Poets
Dead Before the Coffee Break
Dead Before the Coffee Break He clocked in early, nodded once, his coat still damp with last night’s rain. No one noticed the weight he carried,
By Marie381Uk 28 days ago in Poets
Roughly, A Ninety Day Sentence
caught in December teeth chattering my demise Oh, but for July
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden28 days ago in Poets
Must We Lose Ourselves to Find Love?
People who crave happiness solely aren't really suited for relationships. It’s true. You might think love is sweet, ritualistic, and filled with companionship, but love isn't a reward; it’s a relationship, and no relationship is solely about happiness.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing28 days ago in Poets
New Year’s Jam at Outstages Café
The Final Word from Outstages Café "As the clock swings round and the rhythm takes hold, we invite you to join the stomp. This isn’t just a jam; it’s a celebration of the 'wildwood heart' in all of us.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 28 days ago in Poets
The Long Dead Walking
The Long Dead Walking Some people walk this earth long dead, their eyes still open, their hearts shut tight. They breathe, they speak, they nod their heads,
By Marie381Uk 28 days ago in Poets
The Unwanted and the Wanted
The Unwanted and the Wanted Some arrive like storms, shaking rooms with their weight, their voices loud, their hands too quick,
By Marie381Uk 29 days ago in Poets
Still on the Same Branch
Still on the Same Branch They sit close on a branch, white feathers holding the hush of the day. Leaves listen without leaning too far in,
By Marie381Uk 29 days ago in Poets
The Cost of Touch
The Cost of Touch I mistook hunger for devotion once, your hands spoke vows your mouth never held. Love wore a borrowed face in low light,
By Marie381Uk 29 days ago in Poets