Is It Poetry

Silver Star - 4,468 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Is It Poetry Poems

761. Bleeding Apart 3/16/2009
762. Bleeding Parts 4/11/2010
763. Bleet Me In Heaven 12/14/2008
764. Bleet Me Up Scotty 12/15/2008
765. Bleeting The Light 12/14/2008
766. Bleets Do Grow 12/14/2008
767. Bless A Fairy Kissed 3/19/2009
768. Blessed Are The Mothers* 12/9/2008
769. Blessed Is The Sun 3/16/2009
770. Blind 4/7/2009
771. Blind Assistant 7/12/2009
772. Blind Man 2/5/2010
773. Blind The World 1/9/2014
774. Blind*for*days 12/11/2008
775. Bling Your Dead 12/16/2008
776. Blinking Your Pink God 6/13/2010
777. Bliss 8/8/2011
778. Blithering Sops 12/20/2008
779. Blood And Honey 1/5/2012
780. Blood Diamond 4/7/2010
781. Blood Squirts 12/27/2013
782. Blood, ' And There You Be 6/17/2010
783. Bloody Cuts 4/28/2011
784. Bloody Stick's 2/8/2014
785. Bloody Well Right, She Is 5/20/2010
786. Blooms White Wash 6/20/2009
787. Blowing Sand 12/18/2008
788. Blowing Winds 12/15/2008
789. Blue A Feild 2/18/2010
790. Blue Berries Blue 2/17/2010
791. Blue Neon Milk 8/23/2014
792. Blue Waffles 4/15/2014
793. Blue Waves 4/15/2010
794. Blue's Blue 3/17/2009
795. Blunting Emotional Pain 11/15/2014
796. Blush, I Paint 4/21/2009
797. Body Shape 4/11/2010
798. Bombyx Mori 8/14/2014
799. Boobs 12/13/2013
800. Book * 12/8/2008
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..

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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