Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 012

Poetry is a form of communication–communication between the poet and the reader. But can poetry also be a form of instruction? Possibly. For this week’s poetry prompt, I want you to write a poem with the title of “How to (blank)” where you use the title as the springboard for your poem.

You can insert whatever you wish into that blank and then go in any direction with the actual poem. That is, you don’t have to write out the recipe for a poem called “How to make mama’s lasagna”–instead, you could talk about mama, or lasagna, or something completely different. As with all the Wednesday prompts, feel free to have fun with it and get creative.

Here’s my attempt for the day:

“How to be a good parent”

I spell out the names of my sons
and place them in a hat. I wear
the hat at all times hoping I
will never need to reach inside.


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55 thoughts on “Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 012

  1. Iain D. Kemp

    How to survive White-water Rafting (Just!)

    Take one overweight, approaching 50 idiot.
    Add the ego of a nineteen year old.
    Add a nineteen year old.
    (No! not that sort!) Add a nineteen year old
    son, well over six feet tall and muscular.
    Assume that the idiot is still capable of
    participating in adventure sports without
    dying (the naïvety of youth allows the son to concur).
    Preparation over!
    Find a nice fast river
    with the scariest of rapids and place the idiot
    and son into a canoe-raft.
    Launch raft, wait for the inevitable
    and if you’re really lucky the idiot
    will survive to write a poem about it.
    (The son is able to brag for the next three
    decades that he saved his father’s life!)

    This does not do the subject matter justice but I’m still having nightmares and there are 15 minutes of my life that are missing. Still! Won’t be doing that again!


  2. Jolanta Laurinaitis

    How to Breathe Underwater

    Let the shimmering bubbles escape
    From the cherished lips of existence
    Towards the refreshing newness
    Of everlasting faith

    Breathe out old rumours
    And look unto yourself
    Spirit drifting into limitless inspiration
    In the translucent depths of time

    Close down the senses
    Forget the pretntious believings
    Sigh slowly into your essence
    And you’re breathing.

  3. jane m

    Salvatore – Fantastic! How creative! How wise! (So many forget the mercy!)

    Michelle – hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
    Lovvvvvvvvvvved your poems!

    Earl – You make me smile!