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.

Pure struck with a snowdrop and bit of a luck!
Pure as white, and gentle at sight, Luck descends in crimson shine. Upon the bloom, so small, so bright, Hope awakens in the morning light.
By C.M.about a month ago in Poets
And there was Light!
And there was light, Breaking the silence of endless night. Shadows fled, creation started its whirred, Hope was spoken, and life was bestowed!
By C.M.about a month ago in Poets
No Mercy Between Seasons
No Mercy Between Seasons Too hot summer. Sweat sticks like a second skin, air thick as wet cloth in the mouth, the sun pressing down without shame.
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Thawing Out
Lignocaine wears off Stiff, frigid fingers sheathed in Woollen, cut-off gloves. * Haiku written for the challenge below:
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about a month ago in Poets
Is Loving the Right Person Less About Luck and More About Self-Knowledge?
True "loving the right person" isn't about luck, but about understanding yourself. Why are you always afraid of "loving the wrong person"?
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a month ago in Poets
Bogof & Obesity
Bogof & Obesity They slap the signs on the shelves, Buy one, get one free, the bold print flashes, Hands reach out, dragging more than hunger,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
The Key That Knows
The Key That Knows A key hangs on a wall that should be blank, Its metal hums faintly, alive with patience, Turning it feels impossible yet inevitable,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
deliquium of your disintegration
i have tried to set your pedestal ablaze, but my curiosity, my understanding, my open arms, act as a kiln forging your base of clay
By Daniel Kabout a month ago in Poets
The silent room
The silent room I entered a room that swallowed noise Each word I tried to speak dissolved The walls pressed closer with expectation
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Midnight Run
Midnight Run You never needed the open field to feel free, freedom lived inside the way you held yourself, head high, body tense,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
A Shadow Swallowed by the Sky
The loom hums, endless. Three figures bend over its weave, fingers pale and certain. One thread trembles, thin as breath.
By Elisa Wontorcikabout a month ago in Poets
68 Whiskey
sixty eight whiskey the crucial care of cold bones when winter's voice wars * A/N: "68 Whiskey" (pronounced Sixty-Eight Whiskey) refers to the U.S. Army's Military Occupational Specialty (MOS) for the Combat Medic (Healthcare Specialist), using the NATO phonetic alphabet for the numbers and 'W'. These medics provide crucial emergency medical care on the battlefield, acting as first responders for injured soldiers, managing trauma, and offering primary care, often holding EMT certifications.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Poets