Hobby Poems の小説・ストーリー

Wi' nocht but clouds and hills to hear me, And when the world to rest was laid I'd watch for dawn and wish her near me, Till one by one the stars were gone, The moor-cock to his mate called clearly, And daylight glinted on the burn Where red-deer cross at mornin' early. The sweet, almost mournful tone tugged at Joanna's heart. The years are long, the work is sair, And life is aftimes wae and wearie, Yet Foyer's flood shall cease to fall Ere my love fail until my dearie. I'd loved her then, I loved her now, And could the world wad be without her.

Jasper said thoughtfully. "Sounds good. I remember a famous poem 'Far From The Madding City'. The poem was about arriving at a paradise after passing through a narrow cave. The people there grew their own crops and lived a peaceful life." "How could you still remember these things?" Jasper was curious. He remembered that he had read this when he was a child, but he had almost forgotten all of it. "I like these romantic poems, especially the ones by Robert Frost, Emily Dickinson, and Elizabeth Barrett Browning," Stella chatted casually.

"I'm not talking about exercises. I'm talking about your hobbies. Like, what do you like to do when you are free?" "Uhh...hang out, party, check my social media feed and make sure everything is perfect. And yes—do back bitching about others!" Tristian gawks at me for a few seconds and then sighs. " This is going to be difficult."he murmurs. "I'm not talking about what you like to distract yourself with. I'm talking about your hobby. Like singing,dancing or painting…" I open my mouth,but then shut it. "I don't know. I did try these things but never thought of doing them when I am free." I shrug.

He smiled proudly as he added his surname after my maiden name and it made my stomach flip. “Come to the main point, Ade, we’re slowly nearing the villa and as far as I know you, you won’t open up to me again. I don’t want to miss this chance. “I love horse riding and writing poems, actually I used to scribble some lines in my journal when I was in school. I can’t say I can still do it.” I told him something which had been my secret. His face welcomed an amused look. “You write poems? It’s interesting. I want to read them if you allow me.” He said and the glint in his eyes had appraisal for me.

The pretty lady on-stage said to her mic, “Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Penny and I’m the host for the Poetry League. I’ll now come up with a theme where everyone should base their poetry composition on. Whoever writes the best will earn the title The Gifted Hibiscus Scholar! You should know this title is the highest honor for scholars and literati!” Penny scanned the crowd. “It’s deep into autumn, so the theme for this year’s Poetry League is Autumn. Whoever writes the best poem wins!”

Wait, let me squeal first. 'Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!' Okay, I'm alright now. To see such a scene before me, what a good view to start my day with a handsome view. "Do you have a hobby?" "What kind of hobby? My hobby is reading." "I just found out you have another hobby." "What hobby?" "Staring at handsome views." "Yes I do that every once in a while. Do you know that all girls only stared at handsome views?" "Yes I know that. You're staring at me intently I thought I'm gonna melt."

She asked him making him sit back and look at her attentively. "I like to read on nature and science. Gardening is my favourite time pass. Archery is my evening time play. I play with guns and have a big collection. I also like snooker. I am also a gym freak. What about you?" Ferris spoke casually. It was first time some one actually asked him about his hobbies. Hazel was though impressed but a little afraid of his extra dangerous hobbies such as archery and playing with guns... "I.... I read books...umm love stories more.... I love cooking and baking.... I also like dancing.... I love to dress up though it can't be counted in hobbies... I love horse riding. That's all..." he smiled at her t

“What other hobbies do you have that I don’t know about?” “Darts ain’t exactly a hobby. It’s an excuse to hang out with my friends and drink beer. They’ve been trying to get me to join a volleyball league but it doesn’t interest me. I’m in a book club, but half the time I don’t read the damn ‘literary’ books they pick because they’re total downers.”

Iero always shares to him the poems he learned from his teacher, and also the poems that he wrote, asking him if the ones that he had written were good. Sybb coughed as he cleared his throat before he opened his lips to speak. "Like a river of diamonds in the sky, accompanied by the round ball of pearl in the darkness, its light kissing the leaves of the trees that grew cold and were blown away by the harsh wind, traveling to many places in the darkness, not knowing how many people it touched.” He said. “Oh!” Everyone's eyes widened in surprise when they heard Sybb’s words.

“Anything. Hobbies. Favorite food. Embarrassing childhood stories. Whatever you want to share.” I wrap my hands around my latte, using the warmth to steady myself. “I don't really have hobbies. School keeps me pretty busy.” “There has to be something. Everyone has something they do when they're not drowning in textbooks.” “I read,” I offer. “Romance novels, mostly. The kind with happy endings that feel impossible in real life.” “Escapism.” “Is that bad?” “No. It's human.” He takes a sip of his coffee. “We all need to escape sometimes. My escape is hockey. On the ice, everything else disappears. It's just movement and strategy and the game.”