Is It Poetry

Silver Star - 3,984 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Is It Poetry Poems

41. A Letter To My Wife A Doctor 8/19/2009
42. A Barn 5/8/2009
43. A Beacon 5/14/2009
44. A Beautiful Woman 2/4/2010
45. A Beautiful Woman's Daughter 1/22/2012
46. A Bee 6/10/2009
47. A Book 3/15/2014
48. A Boxroom D' 1/25/2010
49. A 'Boy' Who Discovered 'Fire' 1/7/2010
50. A Bra Streamless 2/5/2010
51. A Bridge From The Other Side 10/21/2014
52. A Butterfly At Noon 11/11/2014
53. A Caged Birds 2/10/2010
54. A Cat Has Died 7/9/2013
55. A Cave For Mothers, Lover 5/15/2009
56. A Cell 2/21/2010
57. A Certain Fire 2/25/2010
58. A Certain Man 11/4/2010
59. A Certain Softer Passion 1/29/2010
60. A Chain Of Pearls 7/7/2013
61. A Challenge To The Dark 6/14/2013
62. A Character 10/17/2009
63. A Child, 'Unkept, 'Precocious, 5/5/2010
64. A Clear Plastic Bag 10/25/2009
65. A Cliff Dwelling 6/8/2013
66. A Clock Stopped By 9/12/2009
67. A Cloud Came About Me 11/19/2011
68. A Cloud Turns It's Face To Me 2/12/2015
69. A Cloud We Fleeced 10/10/2009
70. A Cloud Withdrawn From Me 2/16/2014
71. A Cloud, A Star 5/28/2009
72. A Coat I Need 1/18/2010
73. A Coffin-Is A Small Domain 6/19/2013
74. A Co-Medial 'Mask' Of Words 12/6/2009
75. A Composition 5/1/2011
76. A Confession Lost One Ant 10/28/2009
77. A Consciousness 1/3/2010
78. A Crazed Boy 2/12/2011
79. A Cricket And A Rock Bath 6/13/2009
80. A Cuddle 2/28/2010
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..

Heart In Oak *

Such as does repose
fine grain.

Polished surface gained
thus by feel.

Soul of a giant
lays within.

Bowing Gently
in the breeze.

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