poetry

poetry

No one here likes a wet dog.

No one here likes a wet dog.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain.

In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Otter! Otter! Otter!Don’t lead cows to slaughter!I love you, and I knowI should’ve told you soon-aBut you didn’t buy the dolphin-safe tuna!

Otter! Otter! Otter!Don’t lead cows to slaughter!I love you, and I knowI should’ve told you soon-aBut you didn’t buy the dolphin-safe tuna!

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Women Are Not RosesWomen have no beginningonly continualflows.Though rivers flowwomen are notrivers.Women are notrosesthey are not oceansor stars.i would like to tellher this buti think shealready knows.

Women Are Not RosesWomen have no beginningonly continualflows.Though rivers flowwomen are notrivers.Women are notrosesthey are not oceansor stars.i would like to tellher this buti think shealready knows.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Hay menos tiempo que lugar, no obstante, hay lugares que duran un minuto y para cierto tiempo no ha lugar.

Hay menos tiempo que lugar, no obstante, hay lugares que duran un minuto y para cierto tiempo no ha lugar.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Till Human voices wake us, and we drown.

Till Human voices wake us, and we drown.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Let Him easter in us, be a dayspring to the dimness of us, be a crimson-cresseted east.

Let Him easter in us, be a dayspring to the dimness of us, be a crimson-cresseted east.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

A book,a book fullof human touches,of shirts,a bookwithout loneliness, with menand tools,a bookis victory.

A book,a book fullof human touches,of shirts,a bookwithout loneliness, with menand tools,a bookis victory.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

hate blows a bubble of despair intohugeness world system universe and bang-fear buries a tomorrow under woeand up comes yesterday most green and young

hate blows a bubble of despair intohugeness world system universe and bang-fear buries a tomorrow under woeand up comes yesterday most green and young

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I wrote poetry from the time I could write. That was the only way I could begin to express who I was but the poems didn't make sense to my teachers. They didn't rhyme. They were about the wind sounds, the planets' motions, never about who I was or how I felt. I didn't think I felt anything. I was this mind more than a body or a heart. My mind photographing the stars, hearing the wind.

I wrote poetry from the time I could write. That was the only way I could begin to express who I was but the poems didn't make sense to my teachers. They didn't rhyme. They were about the wind sounds, the planets' motions, never about who I was or how I felt. I didn't think I felt anything. I was this mind more than a body or a heart. My mind photographing the stars, hearing the wind.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Reclaiming the sacred in our lives naturally brings us close once more to the wellsprings of poetry.

Reclaiming the sacred in our lives naturally brings us close once more to the wellsprings of poetry.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems.

I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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