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.

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
I've Spent "20 Years", And I Have No Suitor, To Date - I Am Sad!?
My first kiss - it was nothing, a piece of rock, that sorta looks like a FROG! My first encounter with, let's say, the "genitals" - it was like an episode of Star Trek, and "SPROCK", has no home, who had perhaps felt like some cockroaches, I don't know!
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets
Saturday
Morning walk Perfectly overcast sky Looks like it’ll snow But it doesn’t snow here All the benefits of the vibe With none of the shoveling
By Aaron Morrisona day ago in Poets
The Dirty House Is Number 3
The Dirty House at Number 3 It had curtains that never quite closed and a front step that leaned like it was tired of holding up secrets
By Marie381Uk a day ago in Poets
A Man Who Loved Himself
A Man Who Loved Himself He tipped his hat to mirrored panes, admired the cut of jaw and chin, paused to grin at window walls
By Marie381Uk a day ago in Poets
The Elephant in the Room
The party kicks off, the lights twinkle, party guests mingle, the punch bowl glistens, blowing crimson kisses at each and every parched passerby, whether rowdy, shy, or single.
By Madison "Maddy" Newtona day ago in Poets
vacancy
i thought we were building something permanent ... walls made of mornings
By Emilie Turner2 days ago in Poets
Uncluttered Living
In this life, the more you calculate, the more worries you will have; the more tolerant you are, the more happiness you will experience. Strive to live your life well; occasional chaos and occasional tranquility each have their own flavor. Live sincerely, work hard, and live well.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 days ago in Poets
Locked Rooms
Locked Rooms I need to explain this carefully, Because it is easy to misunderstand. I am still able to write words, That part has never been taken from me.
By Marie381Uk 2 days ago in Poets
Standing on the Moon
Standing on the Moon I danced on dust beneath my feet, The silence warm, the hush complete. A silver hush, a gentle glow.
By Marie381Uk 2 days ago in Poets
I Built My Own Hand - I Did That!
My middle finger is called the thumb! In the dictionary, sure, we can erase! But how long does it take - to start a "NEW" race!
By 365poetry2 days ago in Poets
You Have "NO" Respect For Me, That's Okay - I Have Respect For My "UNBORN" Child, Not Ever Coceived, Currently In "2026"
I have drank water from something intolerable! The stench is in my throat - daily, I think of what I could do! At first, the person who "fell in love" with me, said - "you're not that bad, and we could help"!
By 365poetry2 days ago in Poets