It’s not a hobby, it’s a way of life.
It’s an outlet for stress and strife.
It’s an escape to a different world
Or understanding what’s going on around you.
Sometimes lines rhyme,
Sometimes they don’t.
Every element and word
Is shaped with purpose.
Similes and the like form pictures
To send one’s mind on an extravagant trip
Through the recesses and roads
Of a poet’s mind.
Of a poet’s mind,
There is so much to find.
From grammar rules to follow, bend, or break
To memories of happiness or heartbreak
This is how they serve themselves and the world
Healing their hurt, expressing their joy,
Or inspiring others throughout this planet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem