poetry

poetry

Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry.

Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

If we surrenderedto earth's intelligencewe could rise up rooted, like trees.

If we surrenderedto earth's intelligencewe could rise up rooted, like trees.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Lovers find secret placesinside this violent worldwhere they make transactions with beauty.

Lovers find secret placesinside this violent worldwhere they make transactions with beauty.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

There is no Frigate like a Book To take us Lands awayNor any Coursers like a Page Of prancing Poetry – This Traverse may the poorest takeWithout oppress of Toll – How frugal is the Chariot That bears a Human soul.

There is no Frigate like a Book To take us Lands awayNor any Coursers like a Page Of prancing Poetry – This Traverse may the poorest takeWithout oppress of Toll – How frugal is the Chariot That bears a Human soul.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

PHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there's a word to lift your hat to... to find that phosphorescence, that light within, that's the genius behind poetry.

PHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there's a word to lift your hat to... to find that phosphorescence, that light within, that's the genius behind poetry.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Poetry = Anger x Imagination

Poetry = Anger x Imagination

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day; and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us. Even while the earth sleeps we travel. We are the seeds of the tenacious plant, and it is in our ripeness and our fullness of heart that we are given to the wind and are scattered.

We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day; and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us. Even while the earth sleeps we travel. We are the seeds of the tenacious plant, and it is in our ripeness and our fullness of heart that we are given to the wind and are scattered.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

You shall love your crooked neighbour, with your crooked heart.

You shall love your crooked neighbour, with your crooked heart.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheardAre sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on.

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheardAre sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Like a sculptor, if necessary,carve a friend out of stone.Realize that your inner sight is blindand try to see a treasure in everyone.

Like a sculptor, if necessary,carve a friend out of stone.Realize that your inner sight is blindand try to see a treasure in everyone.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

O may I join the choir invisibleOf those immortal dead who live againIn minds made better by their presence; liveIn pulses stirred to generosity,In deeds of daring rectitude...

O may I join the choir invisibleOf those immortal dead who live againIn minds made better by their presence; liveIn pulses stirred to generosity,In deeds of daring rectitude...

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary.

To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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