Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 5,160 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Is It Poetry Poems

41. 057512 4/14/2014
42. A Letter To My Wife A Doctor 8/19/2009
43. A Barn 5/8/2009
44. A Beacon 5/14/2009
45. A Beautiful Woman 2/4/2010
46. A Beautiful Woman's Daughter 1/22/2012
47. A Bee 6/10/2009
48. A Book 3/15/2014
49. A Boxroom D' 1/25/2010
50. A 'Boy' Who Discovered 'Fire' 1/7/2010
51. A Bra Streamless 2/5/2010
52. A Bridge From The Other Side 10/21/2014
53. A Butterfly At Noon 11/11/2014
54. A Caged Birds 2/10/2010
55. A Cat Has Died 7/9/2013
56. A Cave For Mothers, Lover 5/15/2009
57. A Cell 2/21/2010
58. A Certain Fire 2/25/2010
59. A Certain Man 11/4/2010
60. A Certain Softer Passion 1/29/2010
61. A Chain Of Pearls 7/7/2013
62. A Challenge To The Dark 6/14/2013
63. A Character 10/17/2009
64. A Child, 'Unkept, 'Precocious, 5/5/2010
65. A Clear Plastic Bag 10/25/2009
66. A Cliff Dwelling 6/8/2013
67. A Clock Stopped By 9/12/2009
68. A Cloud Came About Me 11/19/2011
69. A Cloud Turns It's Face To Me 2/12/2015
70. A Cloud We Fleeced 10/10/2009
71. A Cloud Withdrawn From Me 2/16/2014
72. A Cloud, A Star 5/28/2009
73. A Coat I Need 1/18/2010
74. A Coffin-Is A Small Domain 6/19/2013
75. A Co-Medial 'Mask' Of Words 12/6/2009
76. A Composition 5/1/2011
77. A Confession Lost One Ant 10/28/2009
78. A Consciousness 1/3/2010
79. A Crazed Boy 2/12/2011
80. A Cricket And A Rock Bath 6/13/2009
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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