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.

It's Okay
In the quiet moments when shadows fall, When doubts gather and spirits stall, Remember, dear heart, it's okay to pause,
By Israabout 7 hours ago in Poets
Shattered Illusions
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Or was it? I couldn't tell the difference lately, my reality was becoming distorted.
By C_M_Estradaabout 8 hours ago in Poets
Dear Mr. Omnipresent
I know you’re busy and all, and there’s billions of people that probably need your attention more than me, but please, I’m struggling to hold on. Matter of fact, I have nothing left to hold on to. I need to know why I’m here, because I’m tired. I don’t wanna do this anymore! I'm so alone! Nothing I do is ever successful. I’m embarrassed to admit that I’m worthless. Hello? Never mind. I don’t know why I still bother…
By Real Poeticabout 10 hours ago in Poets
And They Lived Happily Ever After
Once Upon A Time, two souls met at a market. She was buying essentials, he was restocking his fridge. The twinkling lights above flared to make them bump into one another.
By Angel Adagioabout 13 hours ago in Poets
Goods broken would be considered sold
The stake of existence in its tale binds the beauty of the true, The theft of commodification of invaded privacy hid the Bane of silence under its sinew
By Hridya Sharmaa day ago in Poets
Bedroom
In the quiet sanctuary of night's embrace, Lies a haven, a retreat from day's array, Where souls find solace at close of day.
By Israa day ago in Poets
Dinosaurs
Roamed giants of a bygone past. Dinosaurs, mighty and grand, Ruled Earth's domains, a primeval band. Stegosaurus with plated spine,
By Israa day ago in Poets
There was a lot to say
There was a lot to say There was a ton to say. There was a lot to express and cherish that day. The way was to go, in the event that you had come two days sooner.
By Rony Sutradara day ago in Poets
Mirror On The Wall
In the glass, a gaze so deep, A lineage of sorrow, secrets to keep. The eyes that meet mine, a mirror's tale, Of battles fought and storms that prevail.
By Tracy Toccaraa day ago in Poets
A DANCE WITH SHADOWS.
In the heart of the bustling city of Lumina, nestled among towering skyscrapers and neon lights, stood an old, forgotten theater. Once the crown jewel of the city’s cultural scene, the Regal Theater had fallen into disrepair, its grand facade cracked and its interior cloaked in dust and shadows. The citizens of Lumina passed it by without a second glance, oblivious to the history and secrets it held within its walls.
By Johnpaul Okwudili a day ago in Poets
Defenders Duty
Sitting and waiting, for the battle to commence, when the fighting starts, a Pawn charges without haste, fighting to save all,
By James Green2 days ago in Poets
A naughty rising day
The rising Rythem, toddlers are drowsier The rose cactus springs the breeze Convey the hop of sneeze Set aside the petals of naughtier
By shumaila bibi2 days ago in Poets