poetry

poetry

You lethargic, waiting upon me,waiting for the fire and Iattendant upon you, shaken by your beautyShaken by your beauty Shaken.

You lethargic, waiting upon me,waiting for the fire and Iattendant upon you, shaken by your beautyShaken by your beauty Shaken.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Sometimes you need to sit lonely on the floor in a quiet room in order to hear your own voice and not let it drown in the noise of others.

Sometimes you need to sit lonely on the floor in a quiet room in order to hear your own voice and not let it drown in the noise of others.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I know many lives worth living.

I know many lives worth living.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

You know how this is:if I lookat the crystal moon, at the red branchof the slow autumn at my window,if I touchnear the firethe impalpable ashor the wrinkled body of the log,everything carries me to you,as if everything that exists,aromas, light, metals,were little boatsthat sailtoward those isles of yours that wait for me.

You know how this is:if I lookat the crystal moon, at the red branchof the slow autumn at my window,if I touchnear the firethe impalpable ashor the wrinkled body of the log,everything carries me to you,as if everything that exists,aromas, light, metals,were little boatsthat sailtoward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Poetry and art and knowledge are sacred and pure.

Poetry and art and knowledge are sacred and pure.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

My world was the size of a crayon box, and it took every colour to draw her

My world was the size of a crayon box, and it took every colour to draw her

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Sparrows and cats will live in my shoe,Sooner than I will live with you.Fish will come walking out of the sea,Sooner than you will come back to me.

Sparrows and cats will live in my shoe,Sooner than I will live with you.Fish will come walking out of the sea,Sooner than you will come back to me.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below.

Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I live not in myself, but I becomePortion of that around me: and to meHigh mountains are a feeling, but the humof human cities torture.

I live not in myself, but I becomePortion of that around me: and to meHigh mountains are a feeling, but the humof human cities torture.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Who is the third who walks always beside you?When I count, there are only you and I togetherBut when I look ahead up the white roadThere is always another one walking beside youGliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hoodedI do not know whether a man or a woman-But who is that on the other side of you?

Who is the third who walks always beside you?When I count, there are only you and I togetherBut when I look ahead up the white roadThere is always another one walking beside youGliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hoodedI do not know whether a man or a woman-But who is that on the other side of you?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.

Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

They say that I am a poetI wonder what they would say if they saw me from the inside I bottleemotions and place them into the sea for others to unbottle ondistant shores I am unsure as to whether they ever reach and forthat matter as to whether I ever get my point acrossor my love

They say that I am a poetI wonder what they would say if they saw me from the inside I bottleemotions and place them into the sea for others to unbottle ondistant shores I am unsure as to whether they ever reach and forthat matter as to whether I ever get my point acrossor my love

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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