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.

Cheetah Panties
In a poem, “Moon Halo,” I said I deleted the photos of us. The messages too— the ones I kept like insurance where he spoke poorly of his friends.
By Tina D. Lopez16 days ago in Poets
Passed Through The Keyhole
you smile at me your tongue in cheek a kind distorted simile misguiding everything I see into this thing you want to be
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden16 days ago in Poets
Pink Panther Prosecution
INTERPOL captured a spy assumed to be a Pink Panther. Attempted larceny. 19.8 million Euros (diamonds/gold). He wouldn’t talk…. They brought in Triumphe, top interrogator.
By Gabriel Shames16 days ago in Poets
subservient
you enjoy peeling the scales flesh ripped away from my eyes till I am blindly transparent and over dramatized fearfully irrelevant
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden16 days ago in Poets
The Romance of Being Unloved
A person's emotions are at their most stable only when they are loved or when they love no one at all. Loneliness is never sadness; rather, it is the freedom of being alone. It is not the misery of being ignored, but the blank space that life provides you.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing16 days ago in Poets
Ashes Of Desire
Sitting here in the ashes of our sexual burnt out fire, Something that was big in the peak of our desire, Sexually for filling uncontrollably hot sex,
By George’s Girl 2026 16 days ago in Poets
Saying It Plainly, I am Poetically Busted
I do care I swear It was an affair That made you glare A deadly stare Can we clear the air?
By Marc OBrien17 days ago in Poets
The Summer of 1976
The Summer of 1976 No one told the sun to stop, so it stayed, hotter than sense and longer than rules. The roads shivered with melted tar,
By George’s Girl 2026 17 days ago in Poets
Diamonds Are Just Stones
Diamonds Are Just Stones They all want sparkle proof in a box rings to parade love dressed in locks But I don’t need glitter
By George’s Girl 2026 17 days ago in Poets
The Fortune Teller Who Was a Cheat
The Fortune Teller Who Was a Cheat She sat in silk with rings on her fingers cards spread like secrets candles burning for effect
By George’s Girl 2026 17 days ago in Poets
My Home
I. The Threshold of Light Beneath the lintel where the shadows play, I step inside and shed the weary day. The door, a heavy lung of oak and grain,
By Imran Ali Shah17 days ago in Poets
Lightening Never Strike’s Twice
Lightening never strikes twice Lightening never strikes twice It hits once and moves on Wind cuts sharp through the silence
By George’s Girl 2026 17 days ago in Poets