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.
Why today we need more poets
Poetry is the universal language that speaks profound truths about the human experience. It is a genre of literature that has existed for centuries, and to this day, we still need more poets than before. Poetry resonates with people at a profound level and has the power to heal, inspire, teach, and nurture. In today's fast-paced, ever-changing world, where stress levels are at an all-time high, we need more poets to help us navigate the complexities of life.
By William Bower3 years ago in Poets
The power of Stefano Labbia's writing
Stefano Labbia is a talented writer who has the power to evoke emotions of all kinds through his writing. When one reads his work, it becomes apparent that he possesses the unique gift of being able to connect with his readers at a deep emotional level. Whether it's through his carefully crafted descriptions, his vivid imagery, or his poignant insights, Stefano has the power to captivate his audience and keep them fully engaged.
By William Bower3 years ago in Poets
(Review)The Gangster, the Cop, the Devil
The Gangster, the Cop, the Devil" is a gripping and intense crime thriller that will keep you on the edge of your seat from start to finish. Directed by Lee Won-tae, this South Korean masterpiece stars Ma Dong-seok, Kim Mu-yeol, and Kim Sung-kyu, and follows the story of a notorious gangster, a relentless cop, and a brutal killer.
By Muhammad Ali3 years ago in Poets
My castle of sand.
As a child I used to go on a beach and sit by the sea side , imagining what a beautiful sand castle can look like . Then I would built it with the help of the sand and water and in a hope that it would turn out the prettiest. Hope was the main ingredient in all my castles. Then the sun would set and the waves used to reach nearer to my sand castle but I would worry seldom cause I knew I will make a new and prettier one the next time. and just like my foot prints were washed away eventually the castle would break into sand too. I would turn around and smile while watching it go away. In all of this life went on and I grew- up but I never stopped making a sand castle . This sand castle of mine had different rooms for different emotions . In the biggest room of all lived happiness and the in smallest room resided the sadness. That's how it has always been but as the time passed a bit more the biggest room was occupied by the doubts and the joy would roam seldom in the galleries of the castle.
By shireen naaz3 years ago in Poets
