poetry

poetry

You give but little when you give of your possessions.It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.

You give but little when you give of your possessions.It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Poetry is just so emo." he said. "Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul.

Poetry is just so emo." he said. "Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.

I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps to change the shape of the universe, helps to extend everyone's knowledge of himself and the world around him.

A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps to change the shape of the universe, helps to extend everyone's knowledge of himself and the world around him.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

My candle burns at both ends;It will not last the night;But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—It gives a lovely light!

My candle burns at both ends;It will not last the night;But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—It gives a lovely light!

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Come away, O human child!To the waters and the wildWith a faery, hand in hand,For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Come away, O human child!To the waters and the wildWith a faery, hand in hand,For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

We the mortals touch the metals,the wind, the ocean shores, the stones,knowing they will go on, inert or burning,and I was discovering, naming all the these things:it was my destiny to love and say goodbye.

We the mortals touch the metals,the wind, the ocean shores, the stones,knowing they will go on, inert or burning,and I was discovering, naming all the these things:it was my destiny to love and say goodbye.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.

Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Though much is taken, much abides; and thoughWe are not now that strength which in old daysMoved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;One equal temper of heroic hearts,Made weak by time and fate, but strong in willTo strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Though much is taken, much abides; and thoughWe are not now that strength which in old daysMoved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;One equal temper of heroic hearts,Made weak by time and fate, but strong in willTo strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I love a sunburnt country,A land of sweeping plains,Of ragged mountain ranges,Of droughts and flooding rains.I love her far horizons,I love her jewel-sea,Her beauty and her terror –The wide brown land for me!

I love a sunburnt country,A land of sweeping plains,Of ragged mountain ranges,Of droughts and flooding rains.I love her far horizons,I love her jewel-sea,Her beauty and her terror –The wide brown land for me!

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Some of you say, “Joy is greater than sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”But I say unto you, they are inseparable.Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

Some of you say, “Joy is greater than sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”But I say unto you, they are inseparable.Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The tides are in our veins, we still mirror the stars, life is your child, but there is in meOlder and harder than life and more impartial, the eye that watched before there was an ocean.

The tides are in our veins, we still mirror the stars, life is your child, but there is in meOlder and harder than life and more impartial, the eye that watched before there was an ocean.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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