Hobby Poems Novels & Stories

He had on a faded worn out blue T-shirt and sweatpants that he no longer used. I led him into the garden. "Are we having a picnic in the garden?" "No. Today were going to find you a new hobby." "For me? But I do have a hobby. I like to write." "But do you ever do that? No. You want to do that when you'll be old and when you'll have a lot of time on your hands. But that's not okay. You need to have a hobby now as well. Don't worry. We'll find something you'll enjoy that also won't be time consuming."

"If you do something you love, you will always be happy to do it. Therefore, a hobby can become a job. The writing is in your blood, Lilo, it's no use denying it. I rolled my eyes, pulling the invisible mask against my face again. " Writers are crazy, they imagine bizarre stories that would never happen to a normal human being. I don't want to waste my time on such a stupid hobby. The words hurt. I knew they would hurt, but I was sure when he uncrossed his arms and relaxed his shoulders. Your famous defeat pose. My father couldn't understand that despite loving him, going on with his life would be the same as wishing for failure. I hated thinking that way. I hated having such a stereotypical

(Your favorite holiday) _________ is as joyful as the mourning of those who got lost. Yes, this poem is ironic and it sounds weird. But I know that I (name an extraordinary talent/skill where you're the only person who knows) ________. With this extravagance, I adore the (first impressive thing you see at your left)________. So hey! the (name the smallest thing you can find in your house/room at this moment)__________ is just like a painting of my willpower. Mostly drained but charging for more determination. the (the first circular shape that you could find) __________ is your foundation in building yourself.

“I see your point. So what other hobbies do you have.” “I like to upcycle, you know take something and find a new use for it. And I love rubix cubes. I have a bit of a cube collection at home.” “Oh wow. Nice! I don’t have any kind of collection really. Well…” “What? Tell me?” “I collect and shape origami. It’s a secret hobby of mine.” “That’s really cool. I heard there was an exhibit coming to the art musuem soon. That would be cool. I keep up on the exhibits in case they show case any photography I like to go and get inspiration.”

With anything and for anything it's good. - You become a stylist now? - I ask turning to her seeing her bed with several pieces of clothing. - I like anything related to arts, fashion enters. I even think about doing it. Painting and sculpting are my passions and hobbies, my leisure, I don't want to turn this into a profession. Our hobbies are meant to help us escape routine and stress, Mom said. If our leisure becomes a duty, where would we rely on to escape reality? (...) What are your hobbies? - He asks me, rummaging through his closet.

Napatingin ako sa bintana ng lumakas ang hangin. Sobrang tahimik ng gabi at tanging ito lamang ang maririnig. Nagtagal doon ang paningin ko bago ako napabuntong-hininga at ibinalik ang tingin sa papel. Hinayaan ko na kusang gumalaw ang mga kamay ko. Kybelle the poet, was just blown by the wind. Kung noon tuwing gabi ay nagsusulat ako ng mga poetry, now I'm writing an article.