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.

Bangladesh will always be home
A Final Journey Home At eighteen, he ventured, chasing a dream, To the UK, where futures glimmered and gleamed. Yet in twenty-one’s shadow, his voyage was spent,
By Marie381Uk about an hour ago in Poets
Claimed Salvation
I woke up from a peaceful dream Into a cold reality Wanting desperately to flee those feelings And retreat into what was left behind
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout 4 hours ago in Poets
A Poem About Mental Health
This poem is a much too vulnerable confession About struggling with insecurity, anxiety, and depression Fake all the confidence
By Aaron Morrisonabout 4 hours ago in Poets
Snuggled In Bedtime Armor
Wrapped under cover just before the sun rises in layers of peace
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout 10 hours ago in Poets
The Mirror of the Soul
People are naturally drawn to those who reflect themselves. When you are in a low place and seek love in the wrong way, you can easily get trapped in unhealthy relationships. But when you strive to become a better person, you will naturally encounter fulfilling relationships.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout 11 hours ago in Poets
Nuclear War
Nuclear War In shadows long where silence dwells, A murmured dread, a tale that tells, Of warheads poised on distant shores,
By Marie381Uk about 12 hours ago in Poets
The Curse of the Salamander
The Curse of the Salamander Beneath the moon’s pale silver gaze, In hidden realms of misty haze, A creature stirs, both fierce and bold,
By Marie381Uk about 12 hours ago in Poets
Hell in you
Satan, I renounce you! Satan, I renounce you! SATAN, I RENOUNCE YOU! And my eyes opened to the right bedroom, the right building lights on the dock.
By Avocado Nunzella BSc (Psych) -- M.A.P about 17 hours ago in Poets
Leaning House
The house breathes in the hour before dawn, walls ticking softly as if counting down to something that has not yet been named.
By The Kind Quillabout 19 hours ago in Poets
The House, The Hoarder, And The Rats
The House,The Hoarder, AndThe Rats He never left the hallway light on just the glow of an old TV where voices bled into silence
By Marie381Uk about 22 hours ago in Poets
Kaleidoscopes
Those before you wanted to tell my story for me, interpret my words as puzzles making sense from single pieces separated from the box.
By Kay Husnicka day ago in Poets
The Caged Bird
The Caged Bird In shadows deep, she stands so still, A caged bird yearning for the open thrill. Her heart, once bright with dreams that soared,
By Marie381Uk a day ago in Poets