Art Sapphic Stanza Poems

(Sapphic Stanza)

                  Imagined being contacted by strangers
 ...

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*Image of Education by UY.

A Cog in The Machine

Life advances their kind of entrusting stays,
origin of roots possessing foundation,
flung to care sprouts variable promises,
~~executes each...

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art is life when an artist's brush swirls and strokes,
I become lost in their scenes and characters;
and I am drawn in to linger and...

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Like a pack of howling wolves in need of prey,
A wounded urban psyche strains its gnarled voice,
Motherless, fatherless, ice cold pavement waif,
Wee small hours plight...

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Like stones hurled at the earth,
The rain rushes down in torrents,
The winds blowing out the only warm hearth,
       ...

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Upon my museum walls, pastiche you are,
Pseudo piece of art dredging old memories;
Where I hang now, a fine authentic painting—
Love of my sweet dreams.

You claim...

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How awesome is God the Lord to Whom I bow
Exalted is His name* of marvelous fame
His goodness gives pleasure of divine treasure
…so pampered am I!

Omnipotent...

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today was wiped away
my lonley tears will run 
down my face.
one day we will meet face to face i hope i can proudly say 
i...

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Your significance in every chapter of me goes beyond
the wonderful art of a creator or the expectations from a deity.
I feel your fatherly soft palms...

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Loud we sway, those battle hymns
raunchy in bare light
Boulders broken are thrown wispy 
Celebrating day
Some have lost pebbles, dancer's
glowing method
at last fortune

Blows us bare to...

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Crimson lips, lovers awaken with a kiss
Creamy white skinned Goddesses resting
In a time where Socrates lusted after Sappho's 
Poetry and art.
 
The Grecian people worshiped...

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Sore confused would share with the world their treasures
Pain provides the means to express this sadness
I won't give my voice to a world of madness
I...

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In blue moonlight where Lady Ophelia drifts
the whispered streams in winter's beauty, her eyes
reflecting starlight vaguely float and fade
quietly to grey.

As the breeze kisses her...

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When the time is right for the child of laughter
Look on all corruption of love from anger
Place yourself in hands that could end the madness...

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