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 Wooden Bench
The garden was overgrown, weeds choking the roses, the air smelling of damp earth. In a small town in Oregon, the summer of 2026 was fading.
By Hazrat Umera day ago in Poets
I'm In LOVE With A "MAN" - He Has Minds Of Wisdom - 30-Years No Abstaining, "Celibate" - I Am Proud
I sat down and read the 50 page letter !? It said I won't find a husband !? I thought, to "lie" with someone just because something felt good is a "good" enough solution !?
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets
Gilded Quiet
Gilded Quiet A face of silence, shaped in molten grace, Where no breath lingers, yet presence remains, Each curve remembers a hand once steady,
By George’s Girl 2026 2 days ago in Poets
We Danced the Twist
We Danced the Twist The music struck, hips swung wild, Laughs flew free, hearts beguiled. He took my hand, spun me around,
By George’s Girl 2026 2 days ago in Poets
Emotionals
Cancer’s holiness Vampiring the soul’s breath drain, Passive smoker claim. .
By Iris V.2 days ago in Poets
who is whom. Content Warning.
who is whom, indeed. a name was needed for the insulting ambiguity the mockery and glares and the compliments that tear
By ⸘jason alan‽2 days ago in Poets
They Called Her Smelly Nelly
They Called Her Smelly Nelly They laughed, they mocked, cruel and loud, Her name a curse, a pointed shroud. She moved in silence, shoulders tight,
By George’s Girl 2026 2 days ago in Poets
The Practice of Maintaining
Between two people, a gentle, understated connection is truly wonderful. I am increasingly convinced that a lasting relationship is not built on passionate, dramatic love, nor on one person constantly burning themselves out to give their all. Instead, it relies on minimal aggression, minimal confrontation, and minimal coercion. It thrives on abundant acceptance, permission, and simply treating the other person as a human being.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 days ago in Poets
Episode 2: Kimberlite
“I was a diamond that didn’t yet know it was the hardest material in the world. I thought my purpose was to be the ‘good daughter’ and the ‘loyal girlfriend,’ never suspecting that the tectonic plates of my life were just about to crack.”
By Magma Star2 days ago in Poets
The Porcelain Doll
The kitchen was silent, except for the ticking of a clock that sounded like a heartbeat in a hollow chest. In a small house in Ohio,
By Hazrat Umer3 days ago in Poets
My Mother’s Sister Was a Venomous Bitch
My Mother’s Sister Was a Venomous Bitch Her tongue struck fast, poison in flight, Every smile a trap, every word a fight.
By George’s Girl 2026 3 days ago in Poets
Easter Sunrise
Easter Sunrise service This Resurrection Sunday A time for rejoicing The sun crests the clouds Symbolising Jesus Christ, shedding grave clothes
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶3 days ago in Poets