poetry

poetry

Some plant lips on Mother Earth in a display of gratitude.Meanwhile, she is kissing the soles of your feet, recognizing the one to be worshiped is you.

Some plant lips on Mother Earth in a display of gratitude.Meanwhile, she is kissing the soles of your feet, recognizing the one to be worshiped is you.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I had embraced you...long before i hugged you.

I had embraced you...long before i hugged you.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

moonlight disappears down the hillsmountains vanish into fogand i vanish into poetry.

moonlight disappears down the hillsmountains vanish into fogand i vanish into poetry.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

we must bringour own lightto thedarkness.

we must bringour own lightto thedarkness.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Many have referred to [Lewis] Carroll's rhymes as nonsense, but in my childhood world — Los Angeles in the '50s — they made perfect sense.

Many have referred to [Lewis] Carroll's rhymes as nonsense, but in my childhood world — Los Angeles in the '50s — they made perfect sense.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I placed a jar in Tennessee and round it was upon a hill.

I placed a jar in Tennessee and round it was upon a hill.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

All that we call sacred history attests that the birth of a poet is the principal event in chronology.

All that we call sacred history attests that the birth of a poet is the principal event in chronology.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I breathe in...the fragranceof love, and moist sandthe onehis roses lefton both my handsI just keep on breathingevery momentas much as I canpreserving it, in my bodyfor the dayit can’t.

I breathe in...the fragranceof love, and moist sandthe onehis roses lefton both my handsI just keep on breathingevery momentas much as I canpreserving it, in my bodyfor the dayit can’t.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I love to feel the temperature drop and the wind increase just before a thunderstorm. Then I climb in bed with the thunder.

I love to feel the temperature drop and the wind increase just before a thunderstorm. Then I climb in bed with the thunder.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Poetry is the sound of the human animal.

Poetry is the sound of the human animal.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Now is History as fast as the mind remembers.

Now is History as fast as the mind remembers.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Matched with an aged wife, I mete and doleUnequal laws unto a savage race,That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.

Matched with an aged wife, I mete and doleUnequal laws unto a savage race,That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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