Poetry: An Evolutionary Journey

It started with a feeling.
Intense, raw emotion
Flowing through his veins
Think magma flowing through the earth’s belly
Red hot with the heat of passion.
Taking ink blacker than sin to curled parchment,
He wrote.

They composed lyrics of deepest admiration,
Deeper than death,
Compared their women to summer’s days,
Telling them that their hair is spun of pure gold and is far more valuable,
That their ivory skin and precious innocence have shown them the
Beauty that God must have put on this earth only for the
Adoration that is his love.


It developed further
Expanded to include hatred and heartache,
Tales of love forlorn and forsaken,
Each word specifically chosen for its ability to present itself as
Injured or broken.
Characters written out,
Stranded in the middle of the ocean in a boat with no oars,
Water, water everywhere but not a drop to drink.
Friends hidden in shadows and enemies visible in sunlight
Without their signature black capes and dark auras.
Significant others cheat, and life is sad and desolate and lonely.
So we write.
And finally the words are put to a tune.
More easily recognizable,
Readily able to spread through the monotony of life
With an accompaniment of strings and piano keys
to reach interest groups of all varieties and sizes.
We call them out effortlessly by name and by artist,
By genre and album,
And pay no heed to what is really going on here,
What has really been created for us.
A way to share our emotions,
A way for us to channel ourselves into the world in a way so simply and with so little strain on o  our daily lives.

And for some reason, the songs we listen to
And the love poems we read, criticize, and create are seen as
Beautiful works of art,
Something to behold
While the free-verse style of
Spoken Word
Goes on as a hidden art form,
Not exactly ignored,
But almost unappreciated among the public eye.
Rhyme doesn’t dictate poetry,
And metaphors or the
Ridiculously Complicated language
Don’t equate to a fantastic poem,
And sometimes the simplest way to write a poem
Is to just say it,
Like talking to a friend, or to your mirror, or to
Yourself.