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.

A Good Breakfast and Fresh Flowers
Others may leave, but you will always remain. So, eat a good breakfast every day, keep fresh flowers in your room, and occasionally buy yourself a gift. The secret of life is nothing more than this: what remains in your life amidst the tranquility is what you truly desire—what truly belongs to you. It doesn’t have to be much, but it must be good.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing8 days ago in Poets
Life Beyond This Earth
Life Beyond This Earth I did not paint this to please the eye, it came out sharp, restless, almost watching me, lines crossing where they should not meet,
By George’s Girl 2026 8 days ago in Poets
How Can I Dream Upon A Star If The Sky Is Black
How Can I Dream Upon A Star If The Sky Is Black How can I dream upon a star, if the sky is black, If night has swallowed every spark, and will not give them back,
By George’s Girl 2026 8 days ago in Poets
I Saw the Sunset in Your Eyes
I Saw the Sunset in Your Eyes I saw the sunset in your eyes, not fading, not leaving, but burning slow, a quiet fire across the soul,
By George’s Girl 2026 8 days ago in Poets
Rotten Fruit
Rotten fruit will fall on its own. No hand need pull it to the ground. Plentiful harvest won’t be known. Crows and maggots will feast around.
By Tina D. Lopez8 days ago in Poets
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. Lopez9 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-Amsden9 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 Shames9 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-Amsden9 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 sharing9 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 9 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 OBrien9 days ago in Poets