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.

Nobody Reads Poetry Anymore!
Nobody reads poetry anymore Go ahead, ask around A fad thousands of years in the making Has run itself aground Nobody reads poetry anymore
By C. Ray Hanson5 years ago in Poets
3:4
Just one more page for mind at ease, hopeful that these words will please all the winds that kiss the shore to help make peace forevermore.
By Tehn Dencies 5 years ago in Poets
Juggle
I thought I had reached an age I’d no longer need to struggle To make decisions, what to pay And what bills do I juggle
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Poets
A Friendship in Image and Prose
A homage to our memories together. A path, a journey, a colorful roll of film laid out before us. Each frame, a day, a year, a page in our relationship.
By Tim StiX5 years ago in Poets
A Dash, Splash and Cash
Riding in an Uber and looking in a nook. Much to my surprise I see a little black book. The driver tells me to take it because it must be trash.
By Kelly A Curran5 years ago in Poets
Night of Terror
Walking down a long dark road, With nothing to lose nor nothing to gain, Feeling hurt and nothing but pain. Wondering what I did so wrong,
By Melissa Deutsch5 years ago in Poets
Steak is Great!
There are many great meats, but there is one meat that can’t be beat. Steak is the best meat to eat. Steak is great with cake.
By Jmjulius15 Jay5 years ago in Poets
Too Many Bosses
John works for Jacob, and Jacob works for Jim. Jim works for Justin. I'm not sure who works him. Justin isn't the boss, he says.
By LittleWrenWrites 5 years ago in Poets
Walking in my shoes
Come on over and take a seat, fasten your seatbelt and come along for the ride. There was a path I took at seventeen and that is when it all began.
By Gwendolyn Farris - baldwin5 years ago in Poets
The Concept of Time
The concept of societal time is self-evident... ...a year consists of a certain days, ...a day consists of a certain number of hours,
By Makeba K Daté5 years ago in Poets
Poem of the World
I have heard a story of this magnitude only once. It's interesting as well as confusing. It's happy as well as sad. It's light but some of it is dark. It's fair as well as self-centred. It's full of good and bad people, but no one realizes it's about living in the world we are in today. The final chapter would be the end of the world as we know it, but in this story I hope you realize to change the end, you must change yourself. So please read this story and listen to these famous words: The world is what you make it. Really think about that famous line because what you do now could change the future and make it better.
By Rex Sinclair5 years ago in Poets
Sage, Thyme And Lavender With Vanillan
The time is soaring unto a new age. Your senses lean toward seasonings alike sage. Your poultry and breads and salads or seafood
By Pearl Thomas5 years ago in Poets