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.
Is Respect the Key?
Always uphold the principle of unwavering respect in all your interactions. Remember, respect is not negotiable; it is the cornerstone of proper etiquette.
Emily Chan - Life and love sharingPublished about an hour ago in PoetsDon’t worry! You will be fine!
You’re getting calmer and starting to focus on your feelings. It seems that being sad has helped you see things more clearly. You believe that after a loss, there’s a chance for something new.
Emily Chan - Life and love sharingPublished about an hour ago in PoetsLost in Destiny’s Wake
If one day, we don’t talk anymore, Will you feel sad, I implore? Time might wear our friendship thin, Silently, our bonds might grow dim.
Emily Chan - Life and love sharingPublished about an hour ago in PoetsPeers
Waking up to the uncomfortable reality I have no peers Or if I do they’re nowhere near We are all scattered across the earth
Atomic HistorianPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsThe logic of wonder
Everyone—including me—ooh’ed and ahh’ed when the moon held back the tides of light, like the walls of the Red Sea straining against the outstretched staff of Moses. And we gushed to see sunlight break loose, cascading through that widening crack. The moment felt mantled with significance, overshadowed by mystery.
Sonia Heidi UnruhPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsMysteries
Exhales of promises fall from my lips Cascading wishes revealing a fix Lessons from questions answer doubt in my mind Impulsive thinking leaves believing behind
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about 15 hours ago in PoetsI Can Be Scary Too
That little shit has messed with my garden for the last time. The way he wreaks havoc on my strawberry plants is a crime. I’ve had enough of watching him through the glass window. Sauntering around with his cassette while I wait for his sabotage to explode. He thinks my time and resources are so disposable. Well, I find his arrogance opposable. If I ever catch him in my garden again, I’ll be serving up my brand of sabotage. Then be tossing him in my disposable bin behind the garage. Maybe even bury him and cover it in a small patch of grass. Then admire his grave from behind my window’s glass. I’ll listen to his cassette while I tend to my plants of strawberry. After that, no one will doubt that I can be scary.
Donna Fox (HKB)Published about 16 hours ago in Poets3/22/24
It is imperative To remember Suffering is not comparative A loss is a loss No matter how much or little the cost may seem to you
Atomic HistorianPublished about 19 hours ago in PoetsThe Entertainment-2
What would life be like if someone got to know us The real us The one inside The one we always hide The child that never grew up
Atomic HistorianPublished about 19 hours ago in PoetsIt Is Okay to Be Sad!
Feeling sad can vary, but it’s important to see how much you’ve learned and grown from it. At first, it might have been tough, but now you understand things better when you’re sad.
Emily Chan - Life and love sharingPublished about 21 hours ago in PoetsMaking up Memory
I often lose myself wandering in the long-lost hues of the sky, I often wander in the dreams of what beyond eternity lies.
Hridya SharmaPublished about 23 hours ago in PoetsMimi in Purr`e
The food The beignets The croissants The sights The Eiffel Tower Notre Dame Louvre Musuem The language of love For lovers
Mother CombsPublished about 24 hours ago in Poets