Journey of a poet

This is my first attempt at spoken word poetry-

Journey of a poet

"There was a cat
That sat on a mat
Wearing a hat
Eating a rat"
The rest of the poem does not go on like this..
This is what the first poems of most poets sound like!
Their first poems at a very young age....
So very naive,
So tightly bound by rhyme,
Bound by the chains that they did not yet understand.


They wrote about things they saw,
Things they saw around them,
Butterflies- so pretty and colorful,
The moon- so bright and perfectly round,
The ocean- so huge and powerful. Powerful enough to drown,
Controlled by the moon.
The poems that overflowed with innocence and wonder,
The poems that were full of hope and life,
The poems that were full of the brightness of life,
The poems that grew up with them.

And then life happened,
They wrote about what they felt from within.
The topics were the same
But the contexts were not-
Butterflies- the one in their stomach upon seeing someone,
The moon- reminded them of someone,
They learnt about its flaws,
The ocean became tears- tears that drowned them.
Life hit them hard and taught them to live,
Their mistakes shadowed the brightness of life with darkness,
They learnt to break out of their bonds,
Their bonds of rhyme and life.
They grew up and so did the poems they wrote.


They begin to hear out everyone's thoughts,
Trying desperately to silence the ones from within,
A tornado of a million thoughts swirling around in their head-
Together Wreaking havoc unimaginable.
Buzzing as busily as a bee,
Their minds begin to take flight,
Only to be held down by the pressure-
Pressure of society and expectations.
Buzzing bees caught and sacrificed to be a part of the sweetness in the world,
To be a part of the sweetness of this bitter world.
Life hit them hard and taught them to live,
They grew up and so did the poems they wrote.



-Bhoomika Agarwal