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 Good, The Bad, And The Strange
The Good, The Bad, And The Strange The good is found in passing eyes, a look that understands, A quiet nod in crowded rooms, no need for grander plans,
By George’s Girl 2026 22 days ago in Poets
Bare Bones And Priceless Treasure
all of nature calls out the birds sing like they know my tale the earth cries leaving no doubt nature is speaking in braille
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden22 days ago in Poets
I Can't Get Angry, Fight The Good Fight -------------------Sometimes, Life Was Not Meant For Me To Share Time, And Energy With You ----------- --- Tough Skin - I Am "Tougher" Than YOU, Okay !?
I am not really squermish, but I like this image !? Masculinity is hard to pronounce, but in my religion, they are NOT allowed !?
By 365poetry22 days ago in Poets
I Committed This Crime - Intolerance...
I hate the sky - I can't see it from where I'm sitting !? I hate the bag, that makes others see the sky - hahaha that's not funny, but good try !?
By 365poetry22 days ago in Poets
Harvest Moon
she came upon a bag of bones abandoned there, scattered in stone without a face, flesh nearly gone like paper lace neath the harvest moon
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden22 days ago in Poets
From Sadness to Self-Love
You’ve finally started to move forward. You were stuck for so long, listening to the same excuses and waiting for the same inevitable outcome. Finally, you realize: you can never truly get used to sadness, and sadness can always find a way to get worse.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing22 days ago in Poets
I Can’t See, Hear, or Speak to You Anymore
I Can’t See, Hear, or Speak to You Anymore My eyes are wrapped in shadowed cloth, The world has vanished into night, I reach for shapes I used to know,
By George’s Girl 2026 22 days ago in Poets
Every Corner Turns Into A Brick Wall
Every Corner Turns Into A Brick Wall my words scrape against stone, echoes swallowed before they leave. Hands tremble with the weight of sound,
By George’s Girl 2026 23 days ago in Poets
Epstein Wars
hide the truth bury the files deny and lie start a war or two distract and deny and lie invade a country insult a leader
By Andrea Corwin 23 days ago in Poets
Hope Where Bombs Fall, Poppy of Memories
Hope Where Bombs Fall, Poppy of Memories The sky once burned with falling fire, Steel rain carved the trembling ground, Walls collapsed into hollow dust,
By George’s Girl 2026 23 days ago in Poets
Don’t Crush the Poppies
Don’t Crush the Poppies Heavy boots press into broken earth, Each step a story the ground still keeps, Mud remembers the weight of grief,
By George’s Girl 2026 23 days ago in Poets
A PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS
Found a beat I know I’m trying Efforts there there’s no denying Found a beat with melody Perfect for the remedy Raise the bar In life start flying
By Haychie_Artist23 days ago in Poets