poetry

poetry

Staring GirlI once knew a girlwho would just stand there and stare.At anyone or anything,she seemed not to careShe'd stare at the ground,She'd stare at the sky.She'd stare at you for hours,and you'd never know why.But after winning the local staring contest,she finally gave her eyesa well-deserved rest.

Staring GirlI once knew a girlwho would just stand there and stare.At anyone or anything,she seemed not to careShe'd stare at the ground,She'd stare at the sky.She'd stare at you for hours,and you'd never know why.But after winning the local staring contest,she finally gave her eyesa well-deserved rest.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

sometimes i don't know, which momentwhich cool gust of wind will come,and enchant metousling my hairand my heart, stirring...that familiar ache of poetry, which drop will kissthe old wrench in my soulreminding me, all over againi miss you better in the rain.

sometimes i don't know, which momentwhich cool gust of wind will come,and enchant metousling my hairand my heart, stirring...that familiar ache of poetry, which drop will kissthe old wrench in my soulreminding me, all over againi miss you better in the rain.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

What wretched poverty of language! To compare stars to diamonds!

What wretched poverty of language! To compare stars to diamonds!

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.I don't plan it.When I'm outside the saying of it,I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.

This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.I don't plan it.When I'm outside the saying of it,I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run.

Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Doubt not, O poet, but persist. Say 'It is in me, and shall out.' Stand there, balked and dumb, stuttering and stammering, hissed and hooted, stand and strive, until at last rage draw out of thee that dream-power which every night shows thee is thine own; a power transcending all limit and privacy, and by virtue of which a man is the conductor of the whole river of electricity.

Doubt not, O poet, but persist. Say 'It is in me, and shall out.' Stand there, balked and dumb, stuttering and stammering, hissed and hooted, stand and strive, until at last rage draw out of thee that dream-power which every night shows thee is thine own; a power transcending all limit and privacy, and by virtue of which a man is the conductor of the whole river of electricity.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

First, I thought, almost despairing,This must crush my spirit now;Yet I bore it, and am bearing-Only do not ask me how.

First, I thought, almost despairing,This must crush my spirit now;Yet I bore it, and am bearing-Only do not ask me how.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

so much dependsupona red wheelbarrowglazed with rainwaterbeside the whitechickens.

so much dependsupona red wheelbarrowglazed with rainwaterbeside the whitechickens.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Sweetest smile is made saddest tear-drop!

Sweetest smile is made saddest tear-drop!

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Your war drum ain't / louder than this breath.

Your war drum ain't / louder than this breath.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered. Grief of grief has drained me clean; Still it seems a pity No one saw,—it must have been Very pretty.

The first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered. Grief of grief has drained me clean; Still it seems a pity No one saw,—it must have been Very pretty.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

It's important to have your private enjoyments because sometimes that's all we have.

It's important to have your private enjoyments because sometimes that's all we have.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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