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.

I Dream Of Bicker Noises
I Dream of Bicker Noises I dream of bicker noises overtaken via song, the transcendent hymn of our humanity crescendoing in a completely happy ode whenever the voices of dissonance
By Abraham Adesanya3 years ago in Poets
We Can't Be More Than We Are Made
We Can't Be Than We Are Made We can't be greater than we are made. But we want no longer be less. Yes when I dream of human beings
By Abraham Adesanya3 years ago in Poets
I'll Do It When I Have Time.
The laundry is piling like a mountain, My sink is fuller than a fountain, Oh! My desk looks like another mountain! My carpet looks like its been rolling
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Poets
MAGIC SHOES
There lived a shoe maker named Elias. His hands held the magic of craftsmanship. A mysterious woman appeared, adorned in a shimmering cloak.
By Mayorkun Ajayi3 years ago in Poets
Whispers Of The Heart
In recent weeks, a thought has consumed my mind, Contemplating how love can bloom, even when resigned. This new and peculiar feeling has taken hold,
By Balogun Daniel3 years ago in Poets
Feelings
In the realm of feelings, where emotions dwell, A symphony of sensations, a tale to tell. The rustle of leaves, like a gentle breeze,
By Chisi limi3 years ago in Poets
Rain Storm
Strong winds are blowing and tree limbs bend fast. My skin, wet with dampness, is cooled now at last. Leaves turning upwards need drink, they’re so dry.
By Heather Glenn3 years ago in Poets
(almost) missed connection
sorry New Jersey- we just made the connection, but no thanks to you.
By Chloë J.3 years ago in Poets
Maya Angelou
Maya Angelou is a renowned American poet, author, and civil rights activist. She was born in St. Louis, Missouri, in 1928, and her given name was Marguerite Annie Johnson. She spent much of her early life in Stamps, Arkansas, where she experienced racism and discrimination firsthand. These experiences had a profound impact on her later work as a writer and activist.
By ammar3 years ago in Poets
the air stirs. Honorable Mention in Somewhere Between Here and There Challenge.
the air stirs in a dark room and the light peaks in, daylit where the curtain has been folded back. just enough to see the extreme disarray his life is, to make him smile.
By ⸘jason alan‽3 years ago in Poets
In Your Purpose
Don’t just chase the bag Because your happiness will lag Don’t run after the money Instead walk in your calling Don’t envy people who seems to have reached success
By L.I.E3 years ago in Poets
Fallen Angel
Have you ever thought of doing anything possible for someone you love, even if it's wrong??🤔 Even when you know that all you'll get in return would be hater, and hellfire or maybe you can be banished from a lovely heaven to live your rest of life on earth?😅
By Aymen Khan3 years ago in Poets