poetry

poetry

If I had my life to live over again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once every week.

If I had my life to live over again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once every week.

Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

If you're reading this...Congratulations, you're alive.If that's not something to smile about,then I don't know what is.

If you're reading this...Congratulations, you're alive.If that's not something to smile about,then I don't know what is.

Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason, And bow and accept the end Of a love or a season?

Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason, And bow and accept the end Of a love or a season?

Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

she lived with hurricane eyes and fell in love with the way the waves collapsed against her cheeks.

she lived with hurricane eyes and fell in love with the way the waves collapsed against her cheeks.

Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

As Unto the bow the the cord is ,So unto the man is woman;Though she bends him, she obeys him,Though she draws him , yet she follows:Useless each without the other.

As Unto the bow the the cord is ,So unto the man is woman;Though she bends him, she obeys him,Though she draws him , yet she follows:Useless each without the other.

Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

There's two kinds of women--those you write poems about and those you don't.

There's two kinds of women--those you write poems about and those you don't.

Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Were knowledge all, what were our needTo thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?

Were knowledge all, what were our needTo thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?

Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness

By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness

Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

We join spokes together in a wheel, but it is the center hole that makes the wagon move.We shape clay into a pot, but it is the emptiness insidethat holds whatever we want.We hammer wood for a house, but it is the inner spacethat makes it livable.We work with being, but non-being is what we use.

We join spokes together in a wheel, but it is the center hole that makes the wagon move.We shape clay into a pot, but it is the emptiness insidethat holds whatever we want.We hammer wood for a house, but it is the inner spacethat makes it livable.We work with being, but non-being is what we use.

Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,dappled with scars, still exuberantly budding,our animal passion rooted in the city.

No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,dappled with scars, still exuberantly budding,our animal passion rooted in the city.

Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Love is a game of tic-tac-toe,constantly waitingfor the next x or o.

Love is a game of tic-tac-toe,constantly waitingfor the next x or o.

Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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