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.

Hope Never Dies
Hope will not fade, until the last flame flickers and dies Until the last star is gone, leaving only empty skies Hope will not die, as long as there is light
By Natasja Roseabout a month ago in Poets
Playing Your Own Hand Well
The older you get, the more clearly you understand one truth: Life isn't a fair game; everyone is dealt a different hand. You see that some people learn quickly, while others retain knowledge for a long time; some are naturally optimistic, and others possess incredible willpower; some instantly connect with everyone, and some gain trust with just a few words. You even find people who work equally hard, yet achieve vastly different results.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a month ago in Poets
Evening Rain
Evening Rain The streets are wet with the evening rain, lamps casting halos on puddles below, I walk slowly, tracing the echoes of steps,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
The Last Fire
The Last Fire I watched the fire tremble at the edge of night, its red tongue licking the air, then shrinking back, a shadow of warmth folding into the cold,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Blaze of the Salamanders
Blaze of the Salamanders The fire roars like a beast untamed, flames leaping, hissing, striking the sky, and the salamanders writhe in its heart,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
I Wasn’t Built for Quiet Lives
I Wasn’t Built for Quiet Lives I was never good at neat endings, or lives that fit into polite conversations, my heart has always leaned toward damage,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
The Taj Mahal So Beautiful
The Taj Mahal So Beautiful At dawn the marble learns the colour of prayer, White turning rose beneath a waking sky. A river holds its breath along the walls,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
The Fading Fire
The Fading Fire The fire burns low in the hearth, its warmth fading into the quiet night, I sit with my hands close to the flames,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
What's In A Name
I might answer to at least, more than one hundred names some left a wound the others left me changed And I can't take them back, I wouldn't if I could
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Poets
A Beautiful Death
If life is a cloud then, death is the rain Falling like a shroud over ash in a grave Searching for a flame or a spark to get started
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Poets
that ol' christmas box
i found an old box of moms christmas decor in the back of my walkout closet i sat in the living room watching tv when i finally decided to rummage through it
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Poets
Letters and Dust
Letters and Dust I open the old chest in the corner, dust motes drifting like tiny specters, letters and photographs spill into my lap,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets