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 Train of Life: Did I Just Pass My Stop?
Life is short—a journey of only eight stops. Life is but 30,000 days. Born in 1988, turn 37 this year. A careful calculation reveals I have about 11,680 days left.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 months ago in Poets
The Sky Path
The Sky Path I walk this path above the clouds, where silence moves like hidden breath. The stones hang loose, the air so thin,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Full Moon Fever
Full Moon Fever “Lorik Sancti Sy, The Holy Flame of Freedom” Artguru Full moon fever got me going, got me singing, got me glowing.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 months ago in Poets
The Poem That Screamed at Midnight
The Poem That Screamed at Midnight At midnight I wrote, and the poem lifted from the page, screaming silently in my room.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The Door That Shouldn’t Open
The Door That Shouldn’t Open There’s a door in my house that no one remembers building, a thin wooden frame that hums late at night.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The Stairway to the Stars
The Stairway to the Stars I climb these steps through broken rock, where shadows cling to ancient walls. The sky explodes
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Flurries to Fury
Fresh flakes drift In the sky. Nothing else stirs. The Air fills. Flurries Laden become Squalls driven by Nor'easter winds. Blizzard now
By Mack D. Ames2 months ago in Poets
The Glass Universe
The Glass Universe Inside this glass a world turns slow, with golden sparks and drifting stars. A tiny moon floats near a sun,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The Music Eye
The Music Eye An eye looks out through falling notes, as music curls around the skin. The lashes sweep like strokes of ink,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Aliens On A Reconnaissance Mission
In the vast expanse of the cosmos, where stars like jewels gleam, A tale unfolds of travellers drawn by wonder’s ceaseless dream. Their vessel glided through galaxies, a silent silver beam, Seeking answers in the hush where shadowed riddles teem.
By Solomon Walker2 months ago in Poets
“Payday Panic, Living Light”
Panic Flame Suite: Two Versions, One Sovereign Flame This is not just a song, it is a dispatch for the towers of money the rich build and the pennies the poor grab as the that is all that trickles down are pennies to poor.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 months ago in Poets
The Poem That Walked Away
The Poem That Walked Away I wrote a line and it trembled softly, then lifted from the page like a bird escaping its cage.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets