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 Hand Above The Shadow
The Hand Above The Shadow A great hand hangs above the figure, Quiet, patient, and unseen. Threads descend through empty air,
By George’s Girl 2026 33 minutes ago in Poets
EMERGENCY
UK has become a cesspit Vibe Is low you see the stress hit Zombie land Is what we see London Capital with C All around the country guessed It
By Haychie_Artistabout 5 hours ago in Poets
Why Are You Interested In Something That Has "NO" Interest IN You - Why ?
The bee hasn't said hello to you, the function of it is to provide HONEY !? This bee hasn't moved, and also, haven't said hello to you, the function of it is to provide HONEY !?
By 365poetryabout 5 hours ago in Poets
Haunted Periods, Haunted Stomaches, Haunted Brains - What Is Life These Days ?
I'm trying to understand the capacity of our thoughts !? The capacity of our words as we think of things from the past.. The capacity of engaging with a person, a name, or a page - the capacity to experience life more than what it is these stage !?
By 365poetryabout 5 hours ago in Poets
Love in Low Tide
A person who brings you peace and gentleness is more precious than one who only offers passionate gestures. Peace doesn't mean the absence of emotion; rather, true affection is quiet. It is not the kind that loudly proclaims its devotion, but a silent, understated love—one that involves keen observation, understanding your thoughts, and providing what you truly need.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout 9 hours ago in Poets
Once Upon a Poet’s Dream
Once Upon a Poet’s Dream It wasn’t sleep, it was spark, words kicking walls in the dark, lines that bit, lines that burned,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 14 hours ago in Poets
Last Bus To Wigan
Last Bus to Wigan I got on the bus with a pie and no plan The driver just nodded and called me “our Jan” Though my name isn’t Jan and it never has been
By George’s Girl 2026 about 14 hours ago in Poets
Beauty Smothered In Flame
Beauty Smothered In Flame An orange rose rises from the dark soil, Petals bright as a fading sunset, Yet black edges creep along its skin,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 19 hours ago in Poets
Evil Watches As We Burn
Evil Watches As We Burn High in the wounded sky the eye appears, A terrible circle of living fire, Red and orange flames twist through the clouds,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 20 hours ago in Poets
The Mind Games She Plays
The Mind Games She Plays She says she’s fine then watches who believes her asks a question then waits for the wrong answer
By George’s Girl 2026 about 20 hours ago in Poets
The March of Spring. Top Story - March 2026.
I’m out and about Strutting through the daffodils Flicking back my hair Doing my thing I feel your stares I hear your whispers
By Mother Combsabout 23 hours ago in Poets
I Am "Depressed", I Wrote It "Down", Now - I'm Writing It "UP" - I'm Helping Someone !?
Last night I had the picture of you beside me on my bed, as I lay my burdens at the "FEET" of the person sitting next to me !?
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets