poetry

poetry

Darkling I listen; and, for many a timeI have been half in love with easeful Death,Call'd him soft names in many a musèd rhyme,To take into the air my quiet breath.

Darkling I listen; and, for many a timeI have been half in love with easeful Death,Call'd him soft names in many a musèd rhyme,To take into the air my quiet breath.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

the worst thing," he told me,"is bitterness, people end up sobitter.

the worst thing," he told me,"is bitterness, people end up sobitter.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Where music thundered let the mind be still,Where the will triumphed let there be no will,What light revealed, now let the dark fulfill.

Where music thundered let the mind be still,Where the will triumphed let there be no will,What light revealed, now let the dark fulfill.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Darkling I listen; and, for many a timeI have been half in love with easeful Death...

Darkling I listen; and, for many a timeI have been half in love with easeful Death...

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.

We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

In the middle of life, death comesto take your measurements. The visitis forgotten and life goes on. But the suitis being sewn on the sly.

In the middle of life, death comesto take your measurements. The visitis forgotten and life goes on. But the suitis being sewn on the sly.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The many men, so beautiful!And they all dead did lie:And a thousand thousand slimy thingsLived on; and so did I.

The many men, so beautiful!And they all dead did lie:And a thousand thousand slimy thingsLived on; and so did I.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

No drowning man can know which dropOf water his last breath did stop

No drowning man can know which dropOf water his last breath did stop

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

By daily dying, I have come to be.

By daily dying, I have come to be.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Conscience is no more than the dead speaking to us.

Conscience is no more than the dead speaking to us.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Every poem should remind the reader that they are going to die.

Every poem should remind the reader that they are going to die.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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