Write an epistolary poem that is a letter from you to someone who has passed and/or someone you have not seen in a long time.

the town-crier said they said they will give the homeless shelter they said the homeless should come around and register they said each homeless will need a number they said to get the number a homeless must bring his mother they said whoever does not…

Being a big boy from the start, my younger brother became the hero to watch out for the frailer brother with the taunting bravado gaining a reputation for fixing — liking that reputation a lot. Built up his savings, to ensure helping his kids when…

Hour 3  (The BOP – a marathon writing prompt)   HER CHALLENGE   She took the challenge, knowing she could not go it alone The tasks were daunting, the accolades few and far between Each day posed a question, a problem, an issue to tackle…

Before the prompt is out, sigh, The pencils are already moving, why? Their ears are closed, goodbye, as minds feverishly try to rhyme. Heads are bent over papers, be kind, maybe they heard me (in my mind).   I will teach them to write. I…

My heart is a little weary. Broken down and afraid. It has lost the will to fight On for another day. It is slowing, like a calm sea. No wind left in its sales.   No life is a life without air No life is…

“Mumma, when will you die?” she asks with Innocence in her eyes and a smile on her lips, “Can I keep your unicorn t-shirt as memory once you’re gone? And sleep on your side of the bed? I will cry so much Mumma, When you…

There were times, I know You were ready to go But you stayed And my world spun on Gave me air to breathe A reason to still believe Is there time, to go back and remember, who we are? You came up today In the…

The sky darkened and the cool breezes regaled Trapped outside, she felt the urgency to hurry home but she also reveled in the beauty of nature What was a person to do Lightning began flashing around her as thunder inched closer Still, she stood, camera…

I like my poems short and sweet reading or writing, I prefer to be brief. Some go on and on without relief words flow, I yawn and off goes the beat! But I do not wail or suffer in grief Read them in full and…