Everyone has a hobby or a passion that inspires them and helps them cultivate their creativity. Whether it is scrapbooking, collecting stamps, drawing, or running, everyone has their own thing that helps them unwind. After a long day, it’s always nice to spend some time doing that one thing that helps you relax and brings you a moment of joy. For me, it’s writing and more specifically, writing poetry.
Poetry is something that has always inspired me and more importantly makes me feel in a way that most things don’t. It captures a mood, an essence, and the feeling remains with me. It helps me express myself, my emotions, and helps me unload things I carry inside. My favorite poet is Pablo Neruda and the beautiful way he combines love with elements of the earth and his surroundings. He is the basis for the type of poet I would like to be. I’m also very inspired by Rupi Kaur, Richard Siken, Rainer Maria Rilke, and Charles Bukowski. I write both free verse and rhyming stanzas. Sometimes they go on for pages, sometimes they’re only four stanzas. Some of my poems are about personal things while others are simply about topics in general. It really just depends on the mood and the words drifting around in my head. Here are two poems of mine that I didn’t deem awful (being a writer also may sometimes mean being a huge perfectionist that hates all of her work, yet keeps writing). They are on separate matters, but ones that are instrumental to my life.
The Writer
Ink blue stains across her fingers
She lives in a different world it seems
Her imagination is a cool splash of color
She lives in a constant state of dreams
She writes to free her soul
Let her scattered thoughts roam for a while
A weaving of lullabies and beauty
Wild horses running down the aisle
Like most things in life
It’s easy to begin and hard to end
Where will this tale take us, my friend?
Messy hair, distant days
What brings joy to men?
For her it was as simple
As picking up paper and pen
Hope
We’ve all had rough patches
Or days
Or months
Steady your shaking hand
You are not as awful as you think
You are raw with humanity
What goes down must come up
The light shines on a garden
Even when all the flowers have died
You can rebuild
Bloom again
You will be whole one day
Take your pain and regret
And turn it into art
Write until your fingers bleed
Write until you’ve spilt all your heart
Author: Kimberly Olivera
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Author Bio: Just a girl trying to figure out this whole adult-ing thing. Writer and coffee fanatic. I love films, traveling, good music, poetry, my dogs, and laughing.
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