Write a persona poem from the perspective of a well known fictional character. You can choose any fictional character but here are a few names to get you thinking in the right direction: Dracula, King Arthur, Red Riding Hood, Katniss Everdeen, etc. . .

Let me tell you the tale of my mother Not the one who physically bore me The one who the High Priest stated that hovers Over me, protects me, lives through me Known to Catholics as Our Lady of Charity Best known to our Afro-Boriquen…

Hail the name of Ganesha Oh, wonderful and powerful Ganesha With a elephant’s head Given after yours was cut off By Shiva, petulant Shiva Hail the name of Ganesha, Oh, wonderful and powerful Ganesha Made of earth and shaped by his own mother Easily holds…

Jump rope twirling Ponytails whirling Jumping singing Voices ringing Step on a crack, break your mother’s back   Black as taboo Down in the bayou Worse than voodoo Hear when they say to you Step on a crack, break your mother’s back   Teardrops no…

Studying the synchronicity Reading a lot of lore   I came to believe in mystical beings Goddesses and unicorns, of yore   Colors, rocks and many a thing All different in their meaning Symbolism galore   Yes, I read the ancient runes and tarot Own a…

    Now instead of following the prompt I have written my opinion of myths   Myths and superstition tales of yore the art of creating something out of thin air to take away people’s ability to think and act for themselves. To shepherd the…

Write a poem that involves some kind of ancient myth. The myth can be from any cultural background or origin, but I am not interested in modern myths. The older the better. The poem can go into the details of the myth and be a…

Children peculating The tomatoes sacred jars In the steam, of the hot afternoon rain   Many a raincoat, billowing Capturing the frogs   In the gathering evening Both,  resting on their elbows Staring at each other Through mystery and glass      

It’s evening and, finally, I’ve got my market tomatoes and holy basil. More adults than children crowded the lines, but, in my raincoat, I’m impervious. With no rancor, I manage to elbow through the throngs. I’ve funds enough for what I need and almost feel…

Well my dear Is this how you imagined our years Together upon this porch Watching our children recklessly search For fireflies to fill their mason jars Did you dream the both of us would be beaming this evening As we hear our lil ones laugh…