Hello! Very good morning, afternoon and evening to all the Hive community, I hope you have a great Tuesday week. Next I'm done with my personal challenge of writing a poem daily for the next 30 days to test myself as a writer, this is the last poem of my challenge, thanking in advance to everyone in one way or another that have supported me to make this little challenge, obviously I will continue to publish new poems here in hive, very soon will come great surprises for everyone here in this great platform, then I share this new poem in this great community as it is Freewriters, this writing is titled legacy, I wrote this poem today in the morning, it is just out of the oven, the inspiration to write it is because a friend and I talk about people who will always be remembered no matter what happens, such as God, Jesus, heroes nations, singers, among others, and that we cease to exist when the last person who remembers us leaves this earthly plane, I was kind of reflecting, analyzing, remembering that I have a website with more than 300 poems written and counting (https://www.elrincondejoseitosanchezs.com) worth the wedge ☺ wishing that I can change the day or the countenance of someone in some distant future when I leave this earthly plane and well hence the inspiration to write it, I look forward to your comments and that of course you like it very much.
Español
Todo se recoge cuando estoy en casa,
Mostrando mis sentimientos en palabras,
Solo escribo para desahogarme,
Hasta que finalmente logro convertirlo en un escrito.
Las líneas solo llegan a mi mente,
Siento el carbón del lápiz cuando escribo,
Es una sensación de liberación de estrés,
En donde la realidad supera al ingenio.
Los pensamientos que lanzo sobre un papel,
Quién sabe si en algunos 100 años,
Mis poemas le pueden cambiar el día a algún desconocido,
Que ni siquiera tendré el placer de conocer.
No solamente escribo para mí,
Aunque no me gusta mostrar mi ternura,
Esto pronto será mi razón para vivir,
Se convertirá en mi legado cuando haya partido.
English
Everything picks up when I'm at home,
Showing my feelings in words,
Just writing to let off steam,
Until I finally manage to turn it into writing.
The lines just come to my mind,
I feel the charcoal from the pencil when I write,
It's a feeling of stress release,
Where reality overcomes wit.
The thoughts I throw on a piece of paper,
Who knows if in a few 100 years,
My poems may change some stranger's day,
Who I won't even have the pleasure of meeting.
I don't just write for myself,
Though I don't like to show my tenderness,
This will soon be my reason for living,
It will become my legacy when I'm gone.
Proverbios 3:13
Happy is he who finds wisdom, who gains understanding;
Proverbs 3:13
Thank you very much for taking part of your time to read this, I am very happy, if you like it, leave me a comment and help me to share it so it can reach more people, it doesn't cost you anything and it would help me a lot.
Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version).
Dios los bendiga a todos. | God bless you all.
who says you have to a poet to write a poem ill just say screw you mr poet and i did no it .