I can't even make up a rhyme about an umbrella, let alone death and life and eternal peace. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I can’t help but notice that you keep writing love poetry to my wife. Well, you see, I married her, which makes her my wife. You know what you might want to try? Writing some poems about the sunset. The sunset isn’t fucking married. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
loneliness can fly a helicopter through a cut-out shapeof a helicopter the same size as the helicopterand that's it's only skilland it isn't good enoughbut it's still amazing. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Secretly, deep down, everybody on Earth believes they can write poetry, apart from the members of the Poets' Guild, who know they can't. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
contemporary poetry is a kind of Reykjavik, a place where accessibility and intelligence have been fighting a Cold War by proxy for the last half-century. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
It's important to have your private enjoyments because sometimes that's all we have. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
My love runs by like a day in June, And he makes no friends of sorrows. He'll tread his galloping rigadoon In the pathway of the morrows. He'll live his days where the sunbeams start, Nor could storm or wind uproot him. My own dear love, he is all my heart, -- And I wish somebody'd shoot him. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
We have seen the best minds of our generation destroyed by boredom at poetry readings. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>