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.

Blood on the Clock
Blood on the Clock Time moves like blood, thick, slow, red and heavy, on hands that cannot touch, on faces that forget.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Letters to the Moon
Letters to the Moon I write to the moon, every night, my pen bleeding onto paper, I tell it my fears. My dreams, my love,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
an artist, formerly known. Content Warning.
everybody hates him that's what his partner says but he doesn't care about the judgment and he never will he isn't as crazy as his inspiration
By ⸘jason alan‽2 months ago in Poets
existential warfare. Content Warning.
on the menu identities consumed in isolation by design tribalistic separation us and them denying the nature what it means to be human
By ⸘jason alan‽2 months ago in Poets
The House That Sings at Night
The House That Sings at Night The walls hum softly, floorboards sigh, windows breathe, I walk inside. Ears straining,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Black Pearl
The evening mist is deepening, the sun is moving towards its destination after its day-long journey and the moon is about to begin its journey.
By shahkar jalal2 months ago in Poets
The Writer’s Pulse
We create our dreams in quiet light. Making tiny flames from the dark. Under everyone else's noise, our voices grow—
By Emily2 months ago in Poets
The Rose and the Page
The Rose and the Page It lay between the lines of time, A single rose, its colour dim, Its scent still clung to broken dreams,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Duality of Ritual Meaning. Content Warning.
I PRODUCED THIS. THIS IS MY WORK DO YOU HEAR ME? THIS IS MY PRODUCTION. I WORKED WITH VIDEO EDITING FOREVER. IT IS MY WORK. I DO NOT JUST PUSH BUTTONS.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 months ago in Poets
the frost is slowly fried
leaves slowly burn off branches in the spark of cold fire sounds softened by the glow's cotton wake sunlit glitter scattered among the trees
By A. S. Lawrence2 months ago in Poets
The Rotten Apple
The Rotten Apple I held the fruit, Turning it in my hand, Feeling the weight of choices, Heavy as the night around me.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
US military planning for divided Gaza with ‘green zone’ secured by international and Israeli troops
The US is planning for the long-term division of Gaza into a “green zone” under Israeli and international military control, where reconstruction would start, and a “red zone” to be left in ruins.
By AHMED KAZEKA2 months ago in Poets