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.

Title: "Unleash Your Inner Radiance"
In the realm of self-assured grace, Let your spirit soar with fearless pace. A tale of confidence, let me weave, In Morgan Freeman's voice, I'll conceive.
By Khudair Ahmed Shaikh3 years ago in Poets
"Betrayal's Masquerade"
In shadows deep, a tale unfolds, Where trust is shattered, secrets untold. A traitor's dance, a symphony of lies, In Morgan Freeman's style, let truth arise.
By Khudair Ahmed Shaikh3 years ago in Poets
Symphony
In the realm of emotions, where the heart and mind entwine, there exists an enigmatic symphony. It resonates with the depths of our souls, weaving intricate melodies of joy, pain, and everything in between. Poetry, the ethereal language of the heart, becomes the vessel through which these melodies find their voice, captivating our spirits and echoing through the corridors of our existence.
By Oliver3 years ago in Poets
Cherish the present moment.
When asked about the most commonly spoken phrase from adulthood to old age, the answer is often "time passes too quickly," which is exactly what the legendary time keepers think of.
By lele fu3 years ago in Poets
How Do I Love Thee
How do I love thee? Let me matter the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
By Abraham Adesanya3 years ago in Poets
Calming The Storm
Our storm is past, and that storm's tyrannous rage, A dull calm, however nothing it, doth 'suage. The fantasy is inverted, and a ways more
By Abraham Adesanya3 years ago in Poets
True Love Never Ends
That I expand the pain I keep in my heart, Listen friends and understand that I love someone. That my heart is scared, I admit it,
By M. Shoaib3 years ago in Poets
3 Knocks
Jacob could barely keep his eyes open, finally drifting off to sleep when he heard a single tap on his bedroom window. It was 3:33 in the morning and he had to convince himself that he was only dreaming. Who in the hell could possibly be at his window at this ungodly hour.
By Tony Baca3 years ago in Poets
Born a witch
I always knew i was a witch. As a kid i used to dig up dirt and make potions in my grandmothers toilet. Lol i got in so much trouble but i was trying to heal. I used sticks as wands and for some reason cats had a weird attraction to me.I never really paid attention to my gifts until I’ve gotten older. I was always that “weird kid” growing up to now being a known healer and teacher just with my “MAGIK”. My have times changed! A blessing and a curse! But i always knew i was a witch.
By Muvaa Bee 💛🐝3 years ago in Poets
"The Empathetic Fetch: Unveiling the Selfless Bond between Dog and Human"
In ball's chase, our spirits soar, Paws a-pounding, hearts wanting more. The fetching game, a dog's pure glee, But for you, my master, it's therapy.
By Miguel Ramirez3 years ago in Poets
On Buying Soil for a Garden
How neatly they have packaged the earth! With countless bags of plastic, they have commodified the loam, the pulsing, sensuous,
By Chloë J.3 years ago in Poets
Deep(er) Thoughts
Ask not what your country can do for you; ask what it has done for you lately. Absence makes the heart go flounder. Better to marry than be bored.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Poets