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.

Ice, Ice Baby
Ice agents patrol Streets of Minneapolis Citizens uneased
By Tina D. Lopezabout an hour ago in Poets
He Snores Like a Train on a Track
He Snores Like a Train on a Track He snores like a train on a track, full steam ahead, no holding back, starts with a rattle, builds to a roar,
By Marie381Uk about 3 hours ago in Poets
Life of the Party
Smile when I arrive. Shake my hand. Pat my back. I am the life of the party. You don't belong Claim to be my friend. Laugh at my humor.
By Julie Lacksonenabout 4 hours ago in Poets
The Death Watch Beetle
The Death Watch Beetle It starts in silence, barely there a single tick within the stair or in the beam above the bed a sound that stirs the sleeping dead
By Marie381Uk about 8 hours ago in Poets
Writing
I write to stop time, which runs, too fast, flies away. To catch some instants, store them forever, pour emotions into glass jars and come back, from time to time,
By Bennyabout 10 hours ago in Poets
The Day Snow Leopard Died
The Day Snow Leopard Died She lay in the drift, breath gone quiet. No blood, no struggle, just still. Her eyes held the slope
By Marie381Uk about 13 hours ago in Poets
Maturity: Standing Alone, Choosing Companionship
"Don't force others to catch you." This statement is poignant, yet deeply liberating. It is a truth we only truly understand as we grow up.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout 17 hours ago in Poets
hard-boiled. Content Warning.
a leap taken diving right into it mixed up in the middle falling through soft mist simmering on the edge of hard-boiled and devilish
By ⸘jason alan‽about 18 hours ago in Poets
Rise Beyond Limits
Every morning, I woke up feeling like the weight of the world rested on my shoulders. Bills piled up, deadlines loomed, and every failure from yesterday whispered in my ear. For years, I let fear dictate my choices. I settled for comfort instead of growth, routine instead of purpose, and excuses instead of action.
By Omid khanabout 19 hours ago in Poets
Behind My Painted Face
Behind My Painted Face Behind my painted face I fall colours loud but I am small the branches twist inside my head where yesterday’s words still sit like lead
By Marie381Uk a day ago in Poets
Every Jamaican - Every Woman
If I wake at 6:00 am, will I need to be on the farm! The places that no person would ever dear to - love is an illusion...
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets
Flume Said It Best!
***** Intro: I would give "anything" to change.............. Please just look me, in my face!! Tell me, everything will be okay - just tell me!!
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets