Is It Poetry

Silver Star - 3,701 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Is It Poetry Poems

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 A Cloud Withdrawn From Me 2/16/2014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

C*taking Turns *

Short of wind your breath belies
the dragging of your heal in
dust we trust.

Sweat dried sand to face
scoured fresh blush the
wind has made
to know.

Wind lifts my arms to take
from you this gift is
precious so.

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