poetry

poetry

You may be a poet and not even know it.

You may be a poet and not even know it.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Poetry Saved Me

Poetry Saved Me

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Listen within to find shining poetry and hear extraordinary music. You are a work of art.

Listen within to find shining poetry and hear extraordinary music. You are a work of art.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Moments caught in time. Simple memories spread out before me. Timeless reminders of how life goes on, even when it feels as if you cannot.

Moments caught in time. Simple memories spread out before me. Timeless reminders of how life goes on, even when it feels as if you cannot.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

A poet is simply an artist whose medium is human emotions. A poet chisels away at our own sensibilities, shaping our vision while molding our hearts. A poet wraps words around our own feelings and presents them as fresh gifts to humanity.

A poet is simply an artist whose medium is human emotions. A poet chisels away at our own sensibilities, shaping our vision while molding our hearts. A poet wraps words around our own feelings and presents them as fresh gifts to humanity.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

With my ninth mind I resurrect my firstand dance slow to the music of my soul made new.

With my ninth mind I resurrect my firstand dance slow to the music of my soul made new.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds.

Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

‪A wise man once said, 'Life is like breathing. If you try to hold it, you'll lose it. But let it come & go & you'll always be connected to it.'‬

‪A wise man once said, 'Life is like breathing. If you try to hold it, you'll lose it. But let it come & go & you'll always be connected to it.'‬

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Our lips were for each other and our eyes were full of dreams. We knew nothing of travel and we knew nothing of loss. Ours was a world of eternal spring, until the summer came.

Our lips were for each other and our eyes were full of dreams. We knew nothing of travel and we knew nothing of loss. Ours was a world of eternal spring, until the summer came.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Ô, Muse of the Heart’s Passion,let me relive my Love’s memory,to remember her body, so brave and so free,and the sound of my Dreameress singing to me,and the scent of my Dreameress sleeping by me,Ô, sing, sweet Muse, my soliloquy!

Ô, Muse of the Heart’s Passion,let me relive my Love’s memory,to remember her body, so brave and so free,and the sound of my Dreameress singing to me,and the scent of my Dreameress sleeping by me,Ô, sing, sweet Muse, my soliloquy!

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Some teach youwhat can't be taught,by turning their backon you & helpingyou get internallycloser to everythingyou externallysought.

Some teach youwhat can't be taught,by turning their backon you & helpingyou get internallycloser to everythingyou externallysought.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

You'll always be curious yet deliriously sinking into whatever your nightmare is until you let your wings know you're serious by leaping into your wildest dreams of self love.

You'll always be curious yet deliriously sinking into whatever your nightmare is until you let your wings know you're serious by leaping into your wildest dreams of self love.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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