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.
A Stranger in the Dark
The rain fell in sheets, obscuring her vision as she stumbled through the dark alley. She heard footsteps behind her, quickening with each passing second. Fear rose within her chest as she realized she was being followed. Suddenly, a hand reached out from the shadows and pulled her close. She looked up into the face of a stranger, his eyes kind and gentle. "Don't be afraid," he whispered, "I'll keep you safe." And with those words, the stranger led her to safety, leaving her with a newfound sense of hope and trust in humanity.
By Jananan Sandajeshan3 years ago in Poets
The Golden Key
The bird soared high in the sky, its wings flapping gracefully against the wind. It looked down at the world below, marveling at the sights and sounds of the bustling city. Suddenly, it spotted something glinting in the distance. Curiosity piqued, the bird swooped down closer to investigate. It was a golden key, lying on the ground. Without hesitation, the bird picked it up in its beak and took off into the sky. It knew that this key would unlock something special, something magical. And so, the bird set off on an adventure to find out what lay beyond the keyhole.
By Jananan Sandajeshan3 years ago in Poets
Sunset Encounter
The sun had set, and the sky was painted in shades of orange and pink. She took a deep breath, inhaling the salty sea air, and closed her eyes. When she opened them, she was surprised to see a man standing in front of her. He was tall, with striking blue eyes and a warm smile. "Do I know you?" she asked. "Not yet," he replied, "but you will." And just like that, he vanished into thin air. She smiled to herself, knowing that fate had brought them together at just the right moment.
By Jananan Sandajeshan3 years ago in Poets
Park-life and 🪁 .
As the sun began to set, the old man sat alone on the bench in the park. He looked out at the pond, lost in thought. Suddenly, a young boy appeared, holding a kite. "Would you like to fly it with me?" the boy asked. The old man smiled, and together they sent the kite soaring into the sky. For a brief moment, the old man felt young again. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the boy thanked the old man and ran off. The old man sat there, watching the kite dance in the wind, until it was just a small dot in the distance. And then he too, walked away, feeling lighter and happier than he had in years.
By Dawn Earnshaw3 years ago in Poets
Afterimage
FLASHES- from multiple cameras, captures my movement in succession… The evanescent photons, bound by law, spread across my retina and fuse with receptors. I close my eyes to pinpoints of light lingering on the dark, blank screen of my eyelids. They sparkle in and out of existence but eventually fade to nothingness - until the next flash occurs…
By Lamar Wiggins3 years ago in Poets
