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.
Why My Quiet Matters
I didn’t learn silence in the soft way. It wasn’t handed to me like a folded blanket or a warm cup of tea. My quiet was shaped in the echo after doors slammed, in the spaces where people spoke over me, in the long pauses where I waited for someone to see I was hurting. For years, my quiet felt like a bruise I couldn’t point to. It wasn’t peaceful. It wasn’t chosen. It was just where I went when the world didn’t leave room for me.
By LUNA EDITH2 months ago in Poets
The Bench Beside the River
Every afternoon, the riverside park welcomed different faces—children playing, friends talking, strangers jogging. Yet among the noise and movement, one person always remained still. His name was Mr. Haroon, an elderly man who sat quietly on the same wooden bench near the flowing river.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets
Is My Time a Privilege, or a Perk for Everyone?
Remember, you yourself are a luxury. Your time, your attention, and your energy are all high-value resources. Not just anyone can come and go as they please; not just anyone can get close. Being able to reach you is a privilege, not a perk for everyone.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 months ago in Poets
