Best Stanza Poems

Porcelain chalk white mask
  moves with silence of mime
that hides a lovelorn face
 moonstruck by orbs of light
with shadows to embrace.

Porcelain chalk white mask
 a cloak of much disguise
hides from the world a heart 
 that has lost its amour
and yet, performs for art....

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If it was not for words
there'd be no poetry.
Can a veiled muse survive,
unable to release
poems that make us thrive?

If it was not for words.
Can we cope being mute
when hearts have to suppress
reasons behind sorrows,
teardrops cannot express.

If it was not for words.
There would be no lyrics,
only...

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The notes of love in verse;
a melody of life
penned softly a la carte
will render thoughts of bliss
when whispered heart-to-heart.

The notes of love in verse;
a symphony of hope
shared ‘tween two hearts in love 
just trying to connect
beneath the stars above.

The notes of love in verse;
a rhapsody...

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Written: December 16, 2023
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I sneak glance at veiled blue.
as swank stars start  to shine,
Sleeping, I sensed your love.
as warmth weaves through the heart,
Feeling the night above

I sneak glance...

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Beside the sea I wait~
the dreamy dawn to shine
and paint horizon's hue
in tawny, taupe and teal
unveiling vivid view.

Beside the sea I wait~
the early birds in flight
arching like tiara 
making sky a painting 
of placid aurora.

Beside the sea I wait~
the whisper of the breeze
soaring as sunshine...

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Sapphic Poetry 10-22-24 
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Winter

Winter breathes a fantasy into morning.
Wreaths of icy crystalline drift through gardens.
Snowflakes dance a rhapsody over meadows
	Wonderland divine...

Flurries chant their signatures at the daybreak,  
Swirling wonder, shimmering crystal magic.
Falling silver serenades sing in plainsong -
      ...

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Love is a metaphor,
which glows in vibrant hues.
An abstract masterpiece
from Da Vinci's palette,
easing souls to feel peace.

Love is a metaphor.
A guiding moon compass
with spotlights at midnight.
Showing how lovers meet,
then shine in diamond light.

Love is a metaphor.
Portrayed through Rumi's verse.
With words that make you think,
how will...

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Snow is drifting; sugar-like are its crystals
falling on my tongue, but dissolving swiftly -
neither taffy-sticky nor toffee crunchy;
Eye-candy softness.

Twirling in the rosy pink sky of twilight -
cotton candy clouds are the heaven’s sweetness.
Night is falling. Silver becomes the skyscape.
Whiteness is tumbling.

Moon’s glow shows me mounds...

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Before the sun's pieces,
Shine on brim's, coffee mug;
And with my prepping airs—
It's all jeopardy to 
Roll frost in bed somewhere.

Before the sun's pieces,
Rain in a golden chain.
I pine at streaked window.
How bitter is the fog
From where night morn dreams go.

Before the sun's pieces,
Ice below the...

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The tulips in the vase, 
   a clan of lassies fair.
      Their buds they hold the gold, 
   the pollen of their youth 
and promise sunrise told,

      the tulips in the...

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Piano music plays.
Soft notes emote mid air,
like tear-stung doves they fly 
in atmosphere of fog.
The clouds, they shroud the sky. 

Piano music plays, 
the keys, they seize my blues—
the depth of blue, so vast.
Poetic ivories 
harassed… recite the past. 

Piano music plays.
Dull echoes haunt the...

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When the sunset queen sings,
jinxed Jasmines wither, and~
primrose willows quiver,
unfurling clemency 
in ivory sliver.

When the sunset queen sings,
wailing waves pause in awe
sea-fairies waltz through haze,
twirling to tuscan tunes,
flipping turmeric rays.

When the sunset queen sings,
nightingales sigh and trill,
as moon pearls soar above
cinnamon glazed ripples,
ferrying psalms of...

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A winged mermaid blossoms, 
awash with marine snow ~
Poseidon's ocean-pearl,
breathing jasmine sirens
as iced eyelashes curl... 

A winged mermaid blossoms,
when fish-angels ache for
arctic apricity,
and glacial nymphs carve a
cruel felicity... 

A winged mermaid blossoms, 
as strawberry conch shells,  
drape the neon sea-star ~ 
my minty sun...

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When the silky light teases, slowly filters
         through the land of drowsiness, gently rippling
               into ardent red allure, whispers linger
   ...

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April's mist has filtered the early sunrise,
Meadows spread their blankets of colored rainbows
Newborn lambs have nestled in clover cradles,
christened by dewdrops 





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By Carrie 3/17/15
For Craig's Contest: Sapphic Stanza Number Three...

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