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.

Summer Heat
For those who think that war is but a game, I now present a battle of repute Though no one knows precisely who's to blame,
By Julie Lacksonen5 years ago in Poets
The Maid's Kid
The Maid's Kid The boy saw his mother grubbing on her knees, Toiling like a mouse to get hold of the cheese. She works around the house, cleaning all the dishes.
By Muhammad Saad Shabbir5 years ago in Poets
An Allure of Spiders
you think it’s funny to pull down webs, but I think of the spiders calling them home. you squash the eight-legged creatures,
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Poets
musicians in cali
A time with those who made me feel alive Laughing till our bellies ached with no cares A salty breeze amidst soon fading skies
By kazmyn 5 years ago in Poets
The White Dragon
There’s darkness about. There’s ice in the air. Can you hear his call? Beware! Beware! The White Dragon is coming.
By Jenna Rae5 years ago in Poets
Princess Redhead
She was a loving girl, And a beautiful daughter. Everyone loved her, With her heart full of laughter. She was caring and kind,
By Jenna Rae5 years ago in Poets
Time
Title: Time Time is just a four-letter word, but highly significant in this world. It never talks to anybody, but it is in everybody’s conversations.
By Em Hoccane5 years ago in Poets
Songs Filled the Night Air
the June drizzle of the day soon gave way to patent tunes from new indie rockers, and the crowd continued to sway and play
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Poets
The Three Cats I Found in Summer
I was sixteen and he was all orange fur, perfect for cuddles and slow somber nights; he let me coax near to draw out his purr,
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Poets
Sections
sections If apathy was my drug of choice,then ambiguity is the high I find at the end. teetering on the edge, I enjoy gravity at its finest.
By Em Hoccane5 years ago in Poets
Legend of A Hero
Legend Of a Hero I am a star Among the sky And an eagle Among the fly I was the hero In the horror of hedes The hell are bound
By Em Hoccane5 years ago in Poets
Cowboy in the rain
Cowboy In The Rain He has seen this land a thousand times and they’re bound to see it a thousand more. To the ones that came before me and the ones that follow my trail long after I am gone will have the red white and blue running through the course of their veins.
By Elizabeth Blade 5 years ago in Poets