Is It Poetry

Silver Star - 3,964 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Is It Poetry Poems

1. Lid To My Box * 12/7/2008
2. Face Of The Poor * 12/8/2008
3. Heart In Oak * 12/8/2008
4. C*taking Turns * 12/8/2008
5. Here There * 12/8/2008
6. Book * 12/8/2008
7. Anxiously * 12/8/2008
8. Blessed Are The Mothers* 12/9/2008
9. Handling The Flame * 12/9/2008
10. I Don'T K N0w * 12/9/2008
11. After The Last Curtain * 12/9/2008
12. Living Water * 12/9/2008
13. Cafe 12/9/2008
14. Black And Pink* 12/9/2008
15. Alone* 12/10/2008
16. Questions 12/10/2008
17. I Ask The Maid * 12/10/2008
18. Nurse 12/10/2008
19. Oh Reaper Of Souls A Name May I Call 1* 12/10/2008
20. Oh Reaper Of Souls A Name May I Call 2* 12/10/2008
21. Dusts Breath* 12/10/2008
22. Death Of Your Brain * 12/8/2008
23. Be*upon Your Head A Crown * 12/8/2008
24. Flip Of A Swith * 12/8/2008
25. It Is * 12/9/2008
26. I Mean * 12/9/2008
27. Laughing*join Me 12/10/2008
28. It Just Kills Me* 12/10/2008
29. I See It* 12/10/2008
30. Destined* For* Fate* Ant 2 12/10/2008
31. Fate 12/10/2008
32. Clip*my*hair 12/11/2008
33. Children* Stay Good 12/11/2008
34. Men*mice 12/11/2008
35. Ignorant* Am*i* Of*your*ways 12/11/2008
36. Blind*for*days 12/11/2008
37. Happy*are Some Days 12/11/2008
38. Gone On A Lark 12/11/2008
39. Life*write*now 12/11/2008
40. Human Beings 12/11/2008
Best Poem of Is It Poetry

...................She Is Afraid, He Is Tired..

She is he,
and he is She.
The two,
now lost, loves heart.
And bright,
the yellow sun.

You once we're two,
as one,
and ran around the world.
Inside both heads.

He fell inside loves fire.
And she,
his red heart pumping burned

Both fires,
burned ice cold hot.
Within Her,
light did give U.S. form.

Over shadows love,
swept out black coals.

Your smile, twin lips.
He kissed, both miss.


His face, from that.
Bright coals, still hiss.

Now alone again,
he walks into.

Loves,
loving ...

Read the full of ...................She Is Afraid, He Is Tired..

Some Body Waits On Me

What kind of girl, does that.
A red winged bird that is black.
Clouds swirling round,
the taller peaks snow racing down
all can hear.

That kinda girl, does all that I heard.
I heard that that girl is fine.
The kind of fine that are big round grapes,

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