Simple words,
like mum and dad,
Are fed in the minds
As first words.
Thus written as first.
When stringed together poetically
Marks the crawling of a 'todler poet'
Avid reading and writing
Over time as age advances
Perfects the poetic prowess.
Gradually, the poet
Climbs the world poetic platform,
If their creativity is
'out of this world'
Then they get the privilege
Of sharing the same podium
With the Shakespeares
Both of the present and the past.
Nice poem with nice choice of words...I like the name Growth of a poet
Bold Mind.... ;) i Like this poem of yours.... Read more of my poems later . Rate it! Vote and leave comment.... Thanks
Through your poem, I can see your razor-sharp mind, spirit of being a poet! Great Job!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great use of poetical ideas in your words, can see the poet growing within this poem. Love it! Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn