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.

kids.
I didn’t mean to think love hurt It was their fault Love to me is screaming behind closed doors quieting each other In hopes of not waking the kids
By Elizabeth Kefauver3 years ago in Poets
daddy's little girl
Always interested in the ones who would leave someone just like her daddy. Infatuated with expiration dates. There were three before you.
By Elizabeth Kefauver3 years ago in Poets
escape rooms
We decided to go to escape room and we stayed. I was busy find the clues about you. I was looking at the way your eyes lit up when you found something new.
By Elizabeth Kefauver3 years ago in Poets
My wife
Of all the things in life I hold so dear, My wife, to me, is what I hold most near. Her beauty, grace, and love are without end, And to my heart, she is a constant friend.
By ghulam mohiuldin3 years ago in Poets
Marina
Moonlit marinas, mega motorboat maidens moored, marooned. Mystical mermaids, meandering maritimus mammals, morphing microscopic microcosms.
By Catalina Herrera3 years ago in Poets
Hopeful Heart
Hope holds a heavenly hue Heralding happiness, hitherto Heartening hearts with harmony anew Helping hands hold hope, too
By ArooHoney3 years ago in Poets
A Tourist's Tautogram
Tabitha took time to tell tales to tentative tourists. Telling them to trust the town. Teddy, the town's tailor, took them to the townhall to try the tantalising teacakes.
By Sarah O'Grady3 years ago in Poets
Protecting Your iPhone: The Importance of Choosing the Right Case
Protecting Your iPhone: The Importance of Choosing the Right Case Your iPhone is a valuable investment, serving as a communication device, entertainment center, and productivity tool all in one. But, like any valuable investment, it's important to protect your iPhone from damage. One of the best ways to do this is by choosing the right case.
By Tarık Şerifoğlu3 years ago in Poets
Boldness in my Bones
I've got boldness in my bones, A fire that never leaves me alone, A restless spirit, always on the roam, A thirst for life that can't be postponed.
By Muhammad Shahzaib3 years ago in Poets
THE COSMIC SPRING
My eyes twinkle not twice or thrice but a thousand times; People always slay me with their snitch, Even when I am going to take the plunge, they witch;
By Sindhu Piriya3 years ago in Poets
Yielding Yearning
Yearning, yes, yearly yearning, Yearning, yes, yesterday's yearning Yearning, yes, yesteryear's yearning Yearning, yes, youthful yearning
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Above it
Amongst abandoned amusement, artistic aristocrats archive advanced achievements always awaiting alternative applause. Asinine assumptions are alarmingly accurate
By Tiffany Joanne3 years ago in Poets