poetry

poetry

All she captures is a moment and what she calls it is a memory,Sometimes, it is assumptions that we use; all we need is a theory,Because you don’t know what is there in the future,And all you need is a vision to make a perfect picture.I feel that I have known you for a century,And whatever she calls is a memory.

All she captures is a moment and what she calls it is a memory,Sometimes, it is assumptions that we use; all we need is a theory,Because you don’t know what is there in the future,And all you need is a vision to make a perfect picture.I feel that I have known you for a century,And whatever she calls is a memory.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

His pen spoke more to her than he ever did”.In the war of words, some are unwritten and some are unspoken.

His pen spoke more to her than he ever did”.In the war of words, some are unwritten and some are unspoken.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

How might I get over this? How would I be able to overlook the way he used to be with me? How could I overlook that his fingers touched my indiscernible soul before it twisted my nipples? How might I overlook his essence that still is in my garments? Despite everything, I still hear you saying that you love me. Though I know you don't.

How might I get over this? How would I be able to overlook the way he used to be with me? How could I overlook that his fingers touched my indiscernible soul before it twisted my nipples? How might I overlook his essence that still is in my garments? Despite everything, I still hear you saying that you love me. Though I know you don't.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I learned from Whitman that the poem is a temple -- or a green field -- a place to enter, and in which to feel. Only in a secondary way is it an intellectual thing -- an artifact, a moment of seemly and robust wordiness --wonderful as that part of it is. I learned that the poem was made not just to exist, but to speak --to be company. It was everything that was needed, when everything was needed.

I learned from Whitman that the poem is a temple -- or a green field -- a place to enter, and in which to feel. Only in a secondary way is it an intellectual thing -- an artifact, a moment of seemly and robust wordiness --wonderful as that part of it is. I learned that the poem was made not just to exist, but to speak --to be company. It was everything that was needed, when everything was needed.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

What whispers from the center of the soul is an innocence—so loving, so pure, so divine—that the sage bows and the wise man weeps at the sound of its soft singing.

What whispers from the center of the soul is an innocence—so loving, so pure, so divine—that the sage bows and the wise man weeps at the sound of its soft singing.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

What I know is nothing but that we are a spring path of autumn light carved into a river of ancient singing.

What I know is nothing but that we are a spring path of autumn light carved into a river of ancient singing.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Es sind tausend Tropfenin einer Weltnur für uns gemachtTausend Tropfenwenn der Himmel weintund man dennoch lacht

Es sind tausend Tropfenin einer Weltnur für uns gemachtTausend Tropfenwenn der Himmel weintund man dennoch lacht

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Spirit is a child, the tune of dancing feet its lullaby.

Spirit is a child, the tune of dancing feet its lullaby.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

It is perhaps, its ability to penetrate the multidimensional layers of the human condition at all, that makes poetry and art so valuable in today's modern age.

It is perhaps, its ability to penetrate the multidimensional layers of the human condition at all, that makes poetry and art so valuable in today's modern age.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Alma, para llegar al infinito,da un impulso más firme a tu vuelo;sufre más!... ¡sufre más!... Tiene tu gritoalas, para elevarte sobre el suelo...

Alma, para llegar al infinito,da un impulso más firme a tu vuelo;sufre más!... ¡sufre más!... Tiene tu gritoalas, para elevarte sobre el suelo...

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

In darkness, some flowers blossom!

In darkness, some flowers blossom!

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

PRACTICE MAKES THE HARD THINGS EASY

PRACTICE MAKES THE HARD THINGS EASY

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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