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.

Mary Had A Little Lamb
Mary had a little lamb Its meat was soft as dough Every dime that Mary spent Was so her lamb would grow It followed her to Lowes one day
By Earl W. Pearl3 years ago in Poets
Divine Intervention
A circle of pain, loneliness and stolen hope Was all that seemed to bind us in this life Our souls were lost in darkness, without scope To find a way out of our endless strife
By Vivid Masonganyika3 years ago in Poets
A Moment Shared.
In the quiet of the night, The stars up above shine bright. Their light a guide through the dark, As they twinkle like a spark.
By Pro Blogger 20233 years ago in Poets
Uncommon Senses
I’ve been hearing the smells of dew Clinging to the grasses that grew I take barefoot strolls in the yard Thru a fragrance lowering my guard
By Earl W. Pearl3 years ago in Poets
The Mermaid
Beneath the waves of the endless sea, Lies a world that's full of mystery. Where mermaids swim and sing all day, And in the depths, they love to play.
By Gitesh3 years ago in Poets
Title: "Whispers of the Night"
In the silence of the night, When the stars twinkle bright, Whispers fill the air, Softly spoken with care.
By Joao Soares3 years ago in Poets
Exploring Culinary Delights: Recipes, Tips, and Culinary Adventures.
Introduction Food has an incredible ability to bring people together, ignite our senses, and create memorable experiences. Whether you're a seasoned home cook or a food enthusiast, this blog post aims to indulge your taste buds with tantalizing recipes, offer cooking tips to enhance your skills, and provide insights into culinary adventures and themes.
By Tejas Arya3 years ago in Poets
"Echoes of Governance: A Dance of Power and Purpose"
In the realm of politics, a tangled dance, Where power's game unfolds, with every chance. A stage of rhetoric and cunning schemes,
By Ahmed Raza3 years ago in Poets
IN THE WORLD OF FATHERHOOD
IN ANOTHER WORLD AND THE FATHERHOOD IN ALL OF US I want to be a father without passing through the eternal insanity of mourning my children and without experiencing the ritual of watching my children return homeless bodies folded like a prayer mat, without spending my nights telling them the stories of a hometown where natives become aliens searching for a shelter. I want my children to spread a mat outside my house and play without the walls of houses ripped by rifles and I also want to watch my children grow to recite the name of their homeland like the lord's prayer, to frolic in the streets without being hunted like animals in the bush, without being mobbed to death in another world, I want my children to tame grasshoppers in the field to play with their dolls in the living room to inhale the fragrance of flowers waving as wind blows, I want all these things above because of the fatherhood in me and may be you want it too, for me it's the Fatherhood in me that loves the forest in which i wake, sees and hears its foreigner and flora and revels in their names, it's the Fatherhood in me that you hear in my spirited conversation that shakes my shoulders as i sob my sorrows or laugh my insides and inside out it's the Fatherhood in me that keeps me reading books and novels deep into the night and causes me to stroke the sinuous muscles of my striped domestic cat and kiss the muzzle of my gently nickering horse it's the Fatherhood in me that has taught me how to love and patches up the fragments of my soul after each disaster and renews my zeal and increases my understanding in preparation for the next onslaught it's the Fatherhood in me that has carried me from my first baby breath and will support me to my very last I know you do have that in you too.
By Kica3 years ago in Poets
"The Puppet Master's Game: A World Controlled by Strings"
Chapter 1: The Veiled Manipulator In the city of Marlowe, a sense of unease hung in the air. People went about their daily lives, unaware of the hidden strings that controlled their every move. Behind the scenes, a mysterious figure known as the Puppet Master orchestrated a sinister game, manipulating the lives of unsuspecting individuals for their own dark purposes.
By Tejas Arya3 years ago in Poets
"A Mother's Love: A Poetic Tribute on Mother's Day"
In a world of love and grace, There's a mother's warm embrace. With a heart so pure and kind, A love that's truly one of a kind.
By Misi3 years ago in Poets
The Undead's Uprising
The world was once alive and green, A sight that we had often seen, Until one day, it all fell apart, The end of times, a brand new start.
By Khudair Ahmed Shaikh3 years ago in Poets