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.

Echoes of the Soul
In the depths of our being, a wisdom resides, A treasure untold, where truth abides. It's the voice of our soul, a guiding light,
By Nadiia Diia3 years ago in Poets
Stellar Serenade
In cosmic depths, where stars embrace, A tale of love takes hold in space. Two souls adrift, their paths aligned, Their hearts aglow, a love defined.
By Nadiia Diia3 years ago in Poets
The Digital Dictator. Content Warning.
Social media, a vast realm of connectivity, Where individuals share their lives so freely, It captivates with its promise of belonging,
By Nadiia Diia3 years ago in Poets
Dry Spell
When the writing becomes hard and it feels like you are forcing it. Rereading your words only promotes more frustration. Imagination has fled you one too many times.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
The Hidden Beach Where Reality Takes Flight
In the recesses of our minds, there lies A special place where reality defies, Where dreams take flight, and worries flee,
By Nadiia Diia3 years ago in Poets
Lost Souls in the Digital Web
In the realm where screens illuminate the night, A digital expanse where souls take flight, There dwell the lost, the ones who seek and roam,
By Nadiia Diia3 years ago in Poets
Embracing Darkness
As I reminisce upon the past, It seems like only yesterday, I once believed I loved the dark, But light became my needed way.
By Bolanle Ganiyu3 years ago in Poets
Forever Together
Forever together we stand as a team, Always going towards that one perfect dream. A cave in the mountains with plenty of spare space,
By Toby Heward3 years ago in Poets
Fierce Sorrow: A Mother Lion's Lament
In golden savannah, where spirits roam, A mother lion mourns, her heart aching stone, Her cubs, once playful, now victims of night,
By ojelabi micheal3 years ago in Poets
Silent Shores: A Mother's Grief Unveiled
In tender sands, her laughter danced, A child's gleeful delight, But fate's cruel hand reached out that day, To dim the sun's warm light.
By ojelabi micheal3 years ago in Poets
To you.
Just sometimes back I was thinking how as kids we used to make stories and stated them as facts , I would talk about fairies making rounds around me and bunnies giving me chocolates how that small tent would become my whole world and just a book of pictures would take me to another world. It has all been so easy to twist the fiction into facts and make it our reality . Among all of this we grew up and today when we really have a lot to say and scream we press our eyes close and clench our fists , we are able to hold the truth and tell it in a form of story so that we aren't caught. You get my point? The way I tell tales scares me cause I am often addressing the harsh truth. May be I am not a very good story teller rather a better liar , someone who can play with words and maybe I make fool out of this world by presenting it that way.
By shireen naaz3 years ago in Poets
A Home For One Alone
I wander along these streets alone, Looking for something to lift my tone. All around me food beckons to me, The hard thing is; where can it be?
By Toby Heward3 years ago in Poets