Hobbies Poems - Poems about Hobbies

I am a cartoonist, this part of my life adds play to my day. I paint these cartoons; painting delights me and relaxes me. My poetry is goal-oriented, I have set a goal I force myself to meet. I enjoy throwing words onto pages. According to my husband, my writing is my best talent. But cartooning and painting brings me...

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I am in love with my many retirement hobbies Passionate about cartooning, painting and poetry Intensely enthusiastic when I am playing in my art studio Also thrilled with peanut butter cookies and twinkies Loving refried beans and salsa heated up eaten on chips These are a few of my favorite things My passions have changed through the years But at this moment,...

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An elephant, named Bartholomew Hugh, Tried tightrope, which was quite askew. He wobbled and swayed, Then gently down layed, "Perhaps gardening," he sighed, "I'll pursue." ©bfa031025 ...

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I met an old man in Atlantic City, in a library by the shore Through the glass, the ocean shimmered, he couldn't ask for more He said he'd been retired since his wife had passed away His kids scattered across the land, it was hard to fill the day He spoke...

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I don’t like painting. I don’t like to sing. The hours I waste after school. Make them think I’m a fool. I chose to do nothing. Even when my phone rings. I cry when I hear a call. They just want me to play basketball. The calls go unanswered. Like my prayers, the day we swerved, And rolled down a hill, I remember her body,...

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I paint I write I think I try I draw I rhyme and sometimes I cry. ...

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Favorite activities to use your spare time wisely...

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I’m sure you have a hobby, A passion of some sort, Some people might like biking, Others might like naughts. Although some people might think, Gardening is the best, For me I think chess is solely the best, To the point where I would play for hours on end, With no rest! There are pawns and knights and bishops, Don’t forget the forks, But wait, there’s...

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photography needed a dark room poetry had to have a home office dogs and cats built a compound painting where is my art studio? my hobbies are a result of my obsessive personality They usually last two years, two and a half tops Poetry has lasted four, and painting has lasted six These two are the exceptions Maybe because I was always looking for them...

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retirement close, Arthur sadly wonders,  ponders ruefully what his passions are! ...

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There’s a 7-11 on Mars, with parking for plenty of cars. There’s never a wait in line and you never get carded for wine. There’s a huge monument on Venus, it's shaped like a giant peniz. That’s a salute to Jeffery Bezos, is it accurate and life-like - who knows? A universe for the rich, who found a technological niche, with their business soaring, to the...

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I have a slew of hobbies, and I love them all. When they no longer intrigue me, I forget I ever had them. It’s my Gemini mind. I forgot I used to have a dark room for decades. I do not want one again, but it was nice to remember. I forgot I used to crochet until my granddaughter wanted...

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HOBBIES We’ve all got hobbies that’s for sure. Some like to catch fish with worms as a lure. Some like to sail out on the sea so blue. Some like to build model planes with paint and glue. Some like to play or watch football on TV. Some like to take photos of flowers and trees. Some like to bake cookies and...

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Medicine is my lawful wife, and literature is my mistress. When I get fed up with one, I spend the night with the other" Anton Chekhov After a hectic stressful day Some time for ourselves every day Doing that which gives joy in every way Few moments of happiness and gay Every one should pursue some passion I say! Hobbies keep...

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Carrying a sleeping baby. Cleaning after a successful party. Camping beyond mountains more mountains. Playing trumpet on the streets of New York City. Eating although the food supply is deeply compromised. Flying with Democrats and Republicans, evangelicals and atheists. Flying like a fruit fly that won’t quit mating. Cool as a hummingbird in the stream’s wet spray. Abstaining wholly, absent from worldly life. Two...

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