Ego Trippin' Poem by Nikki Giovanni

I was born in the Congo.
I walked to the fertile crescent and built
the Sphinx.
I designed a pyramid so tough that a star
that only glows every one hundred years falls
into the center giving divine perfect light.
I am bad.

I sat on the throne
drinking nectar with Allah.
I got hot and sent an ice age to Europe
to cool my thrist.
My oldest daughter is Nefertiti
the tears from my birth pains
created the Nile.
I am a beautiful woman.

I gazed on the forest and burned
out the Sahara Desert
with a packet of goat's meat
and a change of clothes.
I cross it in two hours.
I am a gazelle so swift
so swift you can't catch me.

For a birthday present when he was three
I gave my son Hannibal an elephant.
He gave me Rome for Mother's Day.
My strength flows ever on.

My son Noah built a new ark and
I stood proudly at the helm
as we sailed on a soft Summer day.
I turned myself into myself and was
Jesus.
Men intone my loving name.

All praises, All praises
I am the on who would save.

I sowed diamonds in my back yard.
My bowels deliver uranium
the filings from my fingernails are
semi-precious jewels.
On a trip North
I caught a cold and blew
my nose giving oil to the Arab world.
I am so hip even my errors are correct.
I sailed West to reach East and had to round off
the Earth as I went.
The hair from my head thinned and gold was
laid across three continents.

I am so perfect, so divine, so ethereal, so surreal
I cannot be comprehended
expect by my permission.

Persona Poem - The Pit (Mario)

I fall.
I can't believe the cost of my error.

I can't cling of any ledge.
I must accept my mortality.

Where I will land?
What will be of me?
Will my mission fail?
Milliseconds feel like hours.

Then I land.

Everything seems familiar.
I run, dodge obstacles and stomp enemies that I've killed before.
Then I approach the pit,
And I fall again.

DARN IT.

Game Over.

Color Poem - Blue

Color Poem - Blue

Blue is a cool spring day when you play outside.

Blue is a beautiful swan gliding in the lake.

Blue tastes like sweet blueberries for a delicious picnic.

Blue smells like a freshly bloomed flower.

Blue sounds like light rain on the windowsill.

Blue feels like a cool breeze rushing through my hair.

Blue makes me feel sad when I am alone.

Blue is bright beautiful.