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Vivian Sep 2017
Logos are really fun on Photoshop,
so I make them from lots of sites.
They are really enjoyable to crop,
at any dear angles or any heights!

Editing pictures are amusing too,
and so I Photoshop any ***** ones.
I do love making any in good view(s),
so have actually alter precisely: tons!

I've had people compliment my work,
and so am indeed very proud of them.
Any could have me smiling or smirk,
since my precious hobby is like a gem!

Analyzing pictures is while such a fun hob,
it could also, for me, be like a prized job!
This poem is about how I love Photoshop, and is in ABAB form, except for those last AA lines.
It has 100 words, as most of my other works as well.
Sombro Oct 2016
A hobby is
Doing something crazy
Over
And over
Again and
Again
Until someone calls it pretty.
Not my usual poem, more just a thought
archwolf-angel Sep 2016
Running through a day
Chatters of many discussions
Thoughts dashing in and out
Solving problems and getting work done

*Then it's like...
Time slowing down for a bit
To make space for you
Little grand entrances
Filling my head with sweetness
Happy memories
And little imaginations

And I look forward
To the times when I'm doing nothing at all
Then I'll put you in my spotlight
When I can think about only you
And smile to myself
Unknowingly

You being my favourite daydream...



Make that
my new
number one
hobby...
Jack Jenkins Apr 2016
We feel with poetic souls
We live in poetic bodies
We see with poetic eyes
We breathe in poetic air

And breathe out our poetry
We write our poetic world
Reaching out to poetic people
We love in only poetic ways

*For our hearts are always broken
Camila Apr 2016
I miss writting
letting words flow.
I miss the rush of catching all the ideas when my hand was too slow.
I miss the need of putting on paper what I felt,
of having to stop everything before I could forget.
I miss feeling inspired by the smallest thing,
a song, a phrase, your voice, your hair.
We took different ways
and you took away my words
but I kept all the love.
I havent been able to write in a long, long time. Since I moved. And I'd hate to think that the only reason I wrote was because he was next to me.
Saint Mel Batac Apr 2016
When i am old and grey
my heart is still the same
you and me spend the day
sharing of memories is our game.
lemtnias_batz
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