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.

Reversed Realities.
The train pulls away, And I'm left behind, Watching as it fades, Leaving me to find, The mystery that awaits, On this reverse going train,
By Quincy.V3 years ago in Poets
Beyond Measure.
Albert Einstein, a man so wise, His life a story that still inspires, From humble beginnings he did rise, To become a scientist who reached new heights.
By Quincy.V3 years ago in Poets
Text Or Talk?
I can text or talk. I can even be with you when I walk. I take photos every day. I'm compact in a way. You can even put me in your sock.
By Cathy Deslippe3 years ago in Poets
Lick The Valleys Up
"I like to see it lap the Miles" I like to see it lap the Miles — And lick the Valleys up — And stop to feed itself at Tanks —
By abdul3 years ago in Poets
Fears of My Unconscious Mind
Three dreams, three fears. The first dream was merely my fear of water. I was stuck in a house with my mother, brother, and a few classmates. This house was on an island surrounded by ocean. I noticed that the water was getting awfully close to the house. When I asked them about it they answered saying it was "hurricane season". They said this coolly and calmly as if this was normal. I was already began to feel scared and unnerving before anything actually really happened. That's when the water got so close it started to flood rooms of the actual house. This scared me more than anything and I began to panic. I begged my mother to let me use her phone to call someone to come get us. She immediately said no and that we will go home tomorrow morning. I knew well that I was not about to stay in that house for a full night. Fear clenched my chest restricted my air, my eyes poured with tears but I didn't give up. I continued to rack my brain trying to think of anyway to get out of this situation.
By Angel Blade3 years ago in Poets
Shadows Hold Their Breath By POET Emily Dickinson
When it comes, the Landscape listens — Shadows — hold their breath — When it goes, 'tis like the Distance On the look of Death —
By abdul3 years ago in Poets
Seal Despair
None may teach it — Any — 'Tis the Seal Despair — An imperial affliction Sent us of the Air — These lines are from a poem by Emily Dickinson titled "There's a certain Slant of light." The poem explores the emotional impact of certain kinds of light. The lines you have quoted suggest that the experience of despair cannot be taught or explained but is instead an "imperial affliction" that seems to come from the air itself. The phrase "None may teach it - Any - 'Tis the Seal Despair" suggests that despair is a deeply personal and subjective experience that cannot be communicated or shared with others. The poem explores the effect of this kind of despair on the speaker and the sense of isolation and loneliness it brings. The poem's final lines suggest that the experience of despair is a reminder of the transience of life and the inevitability of death. The poem can be interpreted as a meditation on the fragility of the human spirit and how we cope with life's emotional challenges.
By abdul3 years ago in Poets
Internal differenceS
Heavenly Hurt, it gives us — We can find no scarS, But internal differenceS, Where the Meanings, are — These lines are from a poem by Emily Dickinson titled "Heaven is what I cannot reach." The poem explores the theme of the transcendent and unattainable nature of heaven.
By abdul3 years ago in Poets
Certain Slant of light
"There's a certain Slant of light" There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons — That oppresses, like the Heft
By abdul3 years ago in Poets
The 2nd Amendment
How on earth was this law spun? Many agree that we need guns. But not for killing! All the blood we're spilling, can never ever be undone.
By Lamar Wiggins3 years ago in Poets
In Finity
Time & space is infinite though life in it is finite. & across our history, amongst all mystery,
By Sabrina LaRocco3 years ago in Poets
In Finity
Time & space is infinite though life in it is finite. Yet across our history, & amongst all mystery,
By Sabrina LaRocco3 years ago in Poets