poetry

poetry

Poetry flows from our hearts. It is like that mass of snow we call a glacier and when it starts its slow movement, it thaws all the icicles, which keep mounting within us, in the hope of receiving the warmth of words.

Poetry flows from our hearts. It is like that mass of snow we call a glacier and when it starts its slow movement, it thaws all the icicles, which keep mounting within us, in the hope of receiving the warmth of words.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

At the end of the night awaits the white morning: showered in sunlight.

At the end of the night awaits the white morning: showered in sunlight.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

If you only knew how many sentences I have withheld in hopes that I will be allowed to speak them into your heart one day.

If you only knew how many sentences I have withheld in hopes that I will be allowed to speak them into your heart one day.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

How is it that hearts hold on to memories with the strength of hope and possibilities.

How is it that hearts hold on to memories with the strength of hope and possibilities.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

When my worldwas nothing but darknessI set my soul on fire.

When my worldwas nothing but darknessI set my soul on fire.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Sólo con una ardiente paciencia conquistaremos la espléndida ciudad que dará luz, justicia y dignidad a todos los hombres. Así la poesía no habrá cantado en vano.

Sólo con una ardiente paciencia conquistaremos la espléndida ciudad que dará luz, justicia y dignidad a todos los hombres. Así la poesía no habrá cantado en vano.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest— Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast.

The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest— Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Wherever the hope of glory lives, hopelessness passes away.

Wherever the hope of glory lives, hopelessness passes away.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I arrived, I saw humans and I saw through their faces. Nothing ever changes but the light in their eyes. For I too have buried my demons today, without knowing what might remain beneath the face of tomorrow.

I arrived, I saw humans and I saw through their faces. Nothing ever changes but the light in their eyes. For I too have buried my demons today, without knowing what might remain beneath the face of tomorrow.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;Behind the clouds is the sun still shining

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;Behind the clouds is the sun still shining

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

To love is to soar in the wild unexpectedly.

To love is to soar in the wild unexpectedly.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Hope without love is hopeless.

Hope without love is hopeless.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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