Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 17,166 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Is It Poetry Poems

1. Here There * 12/8/2008
2. Book * 12/8/2008
3. Anxiously * 12/8/2008
4. Amongst Them No Longer I Am * 12/8/2008
5. Death Of Your Brain * 12/8/2008
6. Be*upon Your Head A Crown * 12/8/2008
7. Flip Of A Swith * 12/8/2008
8. It Is * 12/9/2008
9. I Mean * 12/9/2008
10. Antagonist * 12/9/2008
11. Whit Undeclared * 12/9/2008
12. Blessed Are The Mothers* 12/9/2008
13. Handling The Flame * 12/9/2008
14. I Don'T K N0w * 12/9/2008
15. After The Last Curtain * 12/9/2008
16. Living Water * 12/9/2008
17. Cafe 12/9/2008
18. Black And Pink* 12/9/2008
19. Alone* 12/10/2008
20. Questions 12/10/2008
21. I Ask The Maid * 12/10/2008
22. Nurse 12/10/2008
23. Oh Reaper Of Souls A Name May I Call 1* 12/10/2008
24. Oh Reaper Of Souls A Name May I Call 2* 12/10/2008
25. Dusts Breath* 12/10/2008
26. Ants* 12/10/2008
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. Afraid Of The Dark* 12/10/2008
33. Heavy Sweat* 12/10/2008
34. Bink* Plack 12/10/2008
35. A* Very* Small* Word 12/10/2008
36. Incased* In *fire* This *ice 12/10/2008
37. Can The* Eagle Sing 12/10/2008
38. Clip*my*hair 12/11/2008
39. Children* Stay Good 12/11/2008
40. Men*mice 12/11/2008
Best Poem of Is It Poetry

'She' Is As The 'Moon' Light

In beauty she walks by me.
and her throaty is so pale.
she It is as the moon light.
and how i struggle hard and blue vein,
not in vanity to reach the other side.
It is so full and heavy and as it is you so ethereally,
and it being you, it does shine down.
Wrapping around it
as i gaze up each night at twin half moons.
i sleep between them, you hold it there untill
sleep over takes us.
Too there, by the pond as does the white stork,
as it stands on one leg as a frog moves slowly down.
And as i watch mesmerized, that lump is mine,
and with my hand,...

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Lid To My Box *

Round beveled square to a frame
bearing hues fading of dreams
maker in such crafted long ago
for whom but a guess many
names but few for the
wearer of the seal meant for me
not for you.

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