poetry

poetry

I am ashamed of my century, but I have to smile.

I am ashamed of my century, but I have to smile.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

If I am more alive because love burns and chars me,as a fire, given wood or wind, feels new elation,it's that he who lays me low is my salvation,and invigorates the more, the more he scars me.

If I am more alive because love burns and chars me,as a fire, given wood or wind, feels new elation,it's that he who lays me low is my salvation,and invigorates the more, the more he scars me.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I once broke up with a boy because he wrote me an awful poem.

I once broke up with a boy because he wrote me an awful poem.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Hinged to forgetfulness like a door,she slowly closed out of sight,and she was the woman I loved,but too many times she slept likea mechanical deer in my caresses,and I ached in the metal silenceof her dreams.

Hinged to forgetfulness like a door,she slowly closed out of sight,and she was the woman I loved,but too many times she slept likea mechanical deer in my caresses,and I ached in the metal silenceof her dreams.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Cheap little rhymesA cheap little tuneAre sometimes as dangerousAs a sliver of the moon.

Cheap little rhymesA cheap little tuneAre sometimes as dangerousAs a sliver of the moon.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer of my woes— They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed

I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer of my woes— They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.

It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Kerouac: You're ruining American poetry, O'Hara.O'Hara: That's more than you ever did for it, Kerouac

Kerouac: You're ruining American poetry, O'Hara.O'Hara: That's more than you ever did for it, Kerouac

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

All I know is a door into the dark

All I know is a door into the dark

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

God moves in mysterious waysHis wonders to performs

God moves in mysterious waysHis wonders to performs

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Wake! For the Sun, who scatter'd into flightThe Stars before him from the Field of Night,Drives Night along with them from Heav'n,and strikesThe Sultan's Turret with a Shaft of Light

Wake! For the Sun, who scatter'd into flightThe Stars before him from the Field of Night,Drives Night along with them from Heav'n,and strikesThe Sultan's Turret with a Shaft of Light

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

...But...to sing,to dream, to smile, to walk, to be alone, be free,with a voice that stirs and an eye that still can see!To cock your hat to one side, when you pleaseat a yes, a no, to fight, or- make poetry!To work without a thought of fame or fortune,on that journey, that you dream of, to the moon!Never to write a line that's not your own...

...But...to sing,to dream, to smile, to walk, to be alone, be free,with a voice that stirs and an eye that still can see!To cock your hat to one side, when you pleaseat a yes, a no, to fight, or- make poetry!To work without a thought of fame or fortune,on that journey, that you dream of, to the moon!Never to write a line that's not your own...

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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