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.

Moonlit Melodies
Gather 'round, my friends, it's time for some fun, We're here at girls' camp, with the stars and the sun. But the best part of all, is the campfire at night,
By Quincy.V3 years ago in Poets
LIFE JOURNEY
The Journey One day you may realize what you want to pursue, and begin, although the voices around you may offer
By YOGI_Media3 years ago in Poets
The Vigilant Sentinel
Forever standing tall high above the rest, The bravest of hearts beats within his chest. He keeps watch for natures dangers uncertain,
By Toby Heward3 years ago in Poets
Opportunistic Eaters
Eating grilled fish on Champlain, my dad says their "Delish" Yet, to see a local legend was my main wish Behind me, my dad stares, his eyes don't come down
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Poets
Unexpected Dinner Guest
While fishing on Champlain, my Dad and I set up camp. The ground around us is moist and rather damp. While fixing our dish
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Poets
Thems the brakes.
Driving to work, my place is not far. I wiped off the snow, scraped off the ice, and hopped in my car. I slow down before a turn, as I see a Civic coming in hot.
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Poets
"Let me clean that for you."
A young lady went to a new restaurant, the new "Chic" place. The atmosphere was stylish, and seemed to emit an air of grace.
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Poets
Losing My Car Keys
I lost my car keys down the drain, I said "No! Not Again! The drain laughed at me, Then it spoke to me, And told me I was insane!
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Poets
Our minds are our ponds.
Fishing, the sport and a lifestyle, of this a little boy has grown fond. Yet, there is something large dwelling within the pond.
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Poets
Books of Old.
Books of Old "Books hidden to keep the secrets a mystery, A knowledge so precious and sublime. No one must know, lest it be a history, The secrets hidden so sensually with time.
By LUCID LAINY3 years ago in Poets
"Remove That Hex!" in a Sec
I love limericks and feel their rhythm but cannot write them. However, I am good at writing up absurdities and satire, according to my friends and readers. Recently, I submitted a story for the Vocal Tall Tail challenge that I believe it is one of my best stories as it combines elements of Russian fairy tales, Russian absurdism, and parody on romance novels. I honestly attempted to write a limerick based on the story, but could go no further than "There once was a woman named Elena..."
By Lana V Lynx3 years ago in Poets
Dancing with my own Ghosts
Dancing with the dark side, I take a chance To find my way, to the light I advance The darkness envelops me and I surrender My body and soul, I let go and remember The rhythm of the music, makes me sway My body moves, my heart beats free The music carries me, stepping into a trance Dancing with the dark side, I take a chance
By LUCID LAINY3 years ago in Poets