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.

The Burden of the Choices We Make
I'm in my own personal hell A torturous existence of my own making. I chose this. The constant state of depravity, dread and absolute agony.
By Marissa Bendick4 years ago in Poets
Poem
I walked into the woods And I saw something scary It was in the woods on Elstun Road In the woods I saw the ghost of a fifteen point buck
By Angelina F. Thomas4 years ago in Poets
A Poem From An Italian Kitchen
The kitchen where are our meals are made, The more I make, the memories fade. Our dog is always at my feet, Hoping I will drop some meat.
By The Mouthy Renegade Writer4 years ago in Poets
Social Status: Chameleon
I tried to think of a moment when I was most myself but couldn't think of just one, then finally realized why. I am a chameleon. My skin is pale and my eyes are plain, I make myself visible by changing out my armor.
By Mary Knutson4 years ago in Poets
Every Day
Every day – heads in the clouds Walking through infinity Sifting through immobility of the mass of humanity *** Every day – feet on the ground
By Whimsical Wanderer 4 years ago in Poets
THEY CAME FOR A VISIT
FROM A DISTANT REALM THEY CAME FOR A VISIT I WAS BUT A CHILD THEN THEY LOOKED LIKE ME BUT WERE SOMEWHAT DIFFERENT TWO WOMEN KIND AS THEY COULD BE
By Joye C Lange4 years ago in Poets
Grudgeless
The "I miss you" message emerged on my phone from someone who gave me joy when they left me alone : I thought I had blocked them
By Sarah Jane4 years ago in Poets
The Lucky Leprechaun
After it rains a rainbow always appears, wondering what's at the end of it. Wishing it would be a pot of gold to yourself but, something else that catches your eye.
By Michael Armstrong4 years ago in Poets
Late Night Math
Then end is near And the answer almost clear With the numbers swimming before your eyes The solution has escaped for the last time
By Addy Gold4 years ago in Poets
The Crystal Lakeside Mac And Cheese Special
It was the 13th day of cheese Mac, the star did as he pleased Decided to head for The stage door
By Marc OBrien4 years ago in Poets
Chaotic Party
So along time ago about three or four years, I got invited to this party…so while we were there partying,drinking and having fun there were a few famous artist that went up on the stage to perform one after the other some were singing and some were dancing there was also alive radio broadcast.
By Kerry Allen4 years ago in Poets
Life at a Funeral
What am I going to do without him? I loved him so much, As much as a wife can love her husband anyway. Now he lies there in his casket,
By Sean Selleck4 years ago in Poets