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.

Freedom Fighters
The blood of the rebel and the blood of the soldier * both rush through my veins * My great-grandfather
By Sarah Jane4 years ago in Poets
My Season of LOVE has arrived!
The airy, crisp, feminine fragrance drew me And there you were across the room sitting behind the wacky window gazing through
By Mariah Kalungu4 years ago in Poets
Love, Hate, and The Middle
Love, Hate, and the Middle. Love, I felt it when I first saw you, your back facing me. If only I could face you. Facing you always made me feel like a tart.
By Andrew Dominguez4 years ago in Poets
Seance
Candle smoke and incense curls intertwine, A shiver down your spine, a voice that once sounded like home. You haven't heard it in years,
By Josey Pickering4 years ago in Poets
Triggered
Something that seemed minor hit me like a freight train * Triggered Tears Flashbacks Dissociation * I had to walk away
By Sarah Jane4 years ago in Poets
Irony Of Individualism
I disconnected from everyone even friends I held dear It was a strange time in my life but my safety was priority when motives were unclear
By Sarah Jane4 years ago in Poets
In Search of a Good Night's Rest
Resisting the tweets of birds and their glee, I close my eyelids and roll on my side to count elusive sheep in search of sleep.
By Michele Thomas4 years ago in Poets
A Vampire Falls in Love By: Danyel Fields
On a night like no other but like every other before. I set out on my journey to feed my hunger that only I can adore Sliding from dark alleyways to the shadowed streets to score.
By Danyel Fields4 years ago in Poets
Surprise
You here... I couldn't believe my eyes saw you for the very first time grateful to be alive So we are able to meet
By Schubert TALK LLC © KD4 years ago in Poets
Soul Flying
Soul Flying A battle between my heart and mind, a twin flame destined for love's divine. Like a tornado takes the land I'm struggling to understand— the invisible lines inside of me that send messages in synchronicity. Running from my head to my feet, I can feel the intensity, and my soul is flying.
By Grace Kopesky4 years ago in Poets
The Man Behind The Mask
Zoomers are a funny generation They can start a online empire but are too scared to ask the girl they like out for coffee
By Sarah Jane4 years ago in Poets
Spare me my heart, It’s yours
I fled outside at a quarter to nine Then you came to clear me of my sorrow Skin to skin as your eyes reached mine, but this heart isn’t one you can borrow
By Savannah Deerwester4 years ago in Poets