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.

You’re Not Dead, So How Can You Haunt Me?
You’re Not Dead, So How Can You Haunt Me? You sit there breathing, I hear it, slow, steady, real, Yet every room bends when you enter, like memory gone wrong,
By George’s Girl 2026 3 days ago in Poets
Spirit Reader? Are You A Witch?
Spirit Reader? Are You A Witch? They lean in when you speak, half afraid, half needing, Their questions heavy with things they will not say aloud,
By George’s Girl 2026 3 days ago in Poets
BLUE Was The Name Of A Mental Patient - --------- Blue He's In The Sky Now --- With You
I kept trying to explain that I am never with children !? I kept trying to explain that travelling around the world makes NO sense if I see the same !?
By 365poetry3 days ago in Poets
Dungeons and Murders
Dungeons and Murders Beneath the stones where time forgets, a hollow breath begins to crawl, the dungeon walls are slick with grief,
By George’s Girl 2026 3 days ago in Poets
REFLECTIONS
REFLECTIONS Am I really me? *^* Mirror, Mirror on the wall, Tell me what you see. Is that gray-haired little lady
By Margaret Brennan3 days ago in Poets
The Witch of Reasons
The Witch of Reasons She walks where questions gather thick, in corners where no light will stay, her breath a hush of knowing cold,
By George’s Girl 2026 3 days ago in Poets
LET YOU DOWN
BRIDGE: VERSE 1: Can’t be me can’t let you down Fact Is that I’m out of town But my actions speaking louder…. It’s that feeling with the crown
By Haychie_Artist3 days ago in Poets
Diamond & Burn
The beginning is always the same — not a moment, but a fracture of light on something I mistook for myself. Beneath a navy sky, I made a vow. I called it love. I called it forward. I was already running.
By LUCCIAN LAYTH3 days ago in Poets
The Art of Allowing
We often live exhausting lives, perhaps because we are always trying to fight against life's torrents. We desperately want to hold onto beautiful moments, yet we are too eager to push away painful experiences. We are used to clinging tightly—feeling resentful toward those who leave and fearful of the unknown.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing3 days ago in Poets
Heart of Quiet Love
Heart of Quiet Love A crimson rose begins to speak, In lines of grace and gentle flame, It does not shout, it does not rush,
By George’s Girl 2026 3 days ago in Poets
"Do You Do Anything But Bitch?"
“‘Have fun,’ they say! As if I wouldn’t already be having fun if I knew how.” “I swear! Even when people try to cheer you up, you play the victim!"
By Lightning Bolt ⚡4 days ago in Poets
Blooming Within
Blooming Within A face half hidden, soft with grace, Where colour breathes and vines unfold, A quiet garden lives inside,
By George’s Girl 2026 4 days ago in Poets