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.

Before "The Person" Sitting Next To Me - I Found The Most Attractive - "Pledge" ............... I Found It
I pledge, I knew better - I will learn better !? I pledge, I knew better than the person sitting next to me !? I pledge - you said you should, would, could !?
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets
After Having A "HEART" - To "HEART"........ I Have A Vision Of NO Children----------------------------- DO You Have The Same !?
I sat down for 900 hundreds hours, musky dirty - without FOOD and WATER !? I sat down talking to myself making sure I know for a fact that I'm not with anything that says I am stressed like that !?
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets
The Return
Written by a human, for humans, always. --- This cannot be... How did this happen? I thought I had beaten this... I thought I had won.
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)a day ago in Poets
Passing Time Haiku
Passing Time Haiku Three months gone so fast It’s true time waits for no one Soon the year will pass Note Only two days left in March, life is passing by faster than ever before
By George’s Girl 2026 a day ago in Poets
You See The Spirit World
You See The Spirit World You say you see them, like others see rain, Casual, passing, nothing worth fearing, But your eyes hold too much distance,
By George’s Girl 2026 a day ago in Poets
Looping Life (Just A Tuesday)
5:30 a.m. “Put on your war paint!” Fall Out Boy alarms me My heart rises like a caged bird Naked under warm water, planning escape routes from my life
By Tina D. Lopeza day ago in Poets
Eyes Half-Closed, Flame Half-Lit: A Riverside Morning Blues
Eyes Half-Closed, Flame Half-Lit: A Riverside Morning Blues I woke up today intending to write a "purge story" something to drive the Shadow Man spirits out of the corners. But the system was not ready for the dark, so I ditched the ghosts and looked at the sunshine instead.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli a day ago in Poets
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 a day 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 a day 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 365poetrya day 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 a day 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 Brennan2 days ago in Poets