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.
Made With Love
Daddy, may I please have more coin sized pancakes and can I pour That homemade maple syrup the neighbor made, letting us help
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 5 days ago in PoetsRich Love
R - Riches beyond the horizon I - I love you C - Currency of romance H - Heartfelt kisses * L - Longlasting hugs O - Overwhelming feelings of protectiveness
Mother CombsPublished 5 days ago in PoetsOne Love
O - Only you N - Never another E - Endless Romance * L - Longing to hold O - Opening my heart V - Vaulting head over heals in love
Mother CombsPublished 6 days ago in PoetsOppenheimer, In Poetic Review
The music rumbles in his head As the world breezes by Colored shapes and patterns bled Like watercolors in the sky * Pulling forces much like magnets
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 6 days ago in Poetss-p-l.i.n-t-e.r.ed cells
s-p-l.i.n-t-e.r.ed cells crack/ed shells incandescent delight iridescent fright harder than you think always on the Brink
Paul StewartPublished 6 days ago in PoetsCatwoman
It's always been a fascinating mystery to me How can someone fascinate another with such dexterity? It's this irresistible lust that grabs me at my loins
It Lingers V
Through shadows cast by the moon’s gleam, Toby, Katie named him, weaves her dark dream. His voice, his whispers, echoing through the night,
Rush Hour Rhapsody
Steel serpent slithers, dawn's first light in chase, Bleary faces huddle, lost in private space. Suitcase symphony, a rhythmic click-clack beat, coffee steam ascends—a morning's bittersweet.
bishnu prasadPublished 6 days ago in PoetsEmbracing Change
Divorce isn't a tragedy, they say, But staying in despair day by day, Teaching children the wrong about love, That's the sorrow we're wary of.
Shwet Prabha BaiswarPublished 6 days ago in PoetsSilent Sorrow: A Poem of Love's Absence
In the shadows of a loveless bond, Where hearts are cold and dreams abscond. I see my parents, trapped in chains, Their souls adrift in endless plains.
Shwet Prabha BaiswarPublished 6 days ago in PoetsOne Night ZZ Hill Sang at the Club Tupelo
ZZ Slope sang at Club Tupelo the night before, on the west side of Chicago. He was constructed like a heavyweight fighter in a custom-fitted suit.
bishnu prasadPublished 6 days ago in PoetsUnseen Shadows: A Poem of Hidden Pain
In the silence of my troubled mind, A heavy burden I bear, confined. My parents, unaware of my inner storm, Unraveling beneath a facade so warm.
Shwet Prabha BaiswarPublished 6 days ago in Poets