Is It Poetry

Silver Star - 3,941 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Is It Poetry Poems

761. Bleet Me In Heaven 12/14/2008
762. Bleet Me Up Scotty 12/15/2008
763. Bleeting The Light 12/14/2008
764. Bleets Do Grow 12/14/2008
765. Bless A Fairy Kissed 3/19/2009
766. Blessed Are The Mothers* 12/9/2008
767. Blessed Is The Sun 3/16/2009
768. Blind 4/7/2009
769. Blind Assistant 7/12/2009
770. Blind Man 2/5/2010
771. Blind The World 1/9/2014
772. Blind*for*days 12/11/2008
773. Bling Your Dead 12/16/2008
774. Blinking Your Pink God 6/13/2010
775. Bliss 8/8/2011
776. Blithering Sops 12/20/2008
777. Blood And Honey 1/5/2012
778. Blood Diamond 4/7/2010
779. Blood Squirts 12/27/2013
780. Blood, ' And There You Be 6/17/2010
781. Bloody Cuts 4/28/2011
782. Bloody Stick's 2/8/2014
783. Bloody Well Right, She Is 5/20/2010
784. Blooms White Wash 6/20/2009
785. Blowing Sand 12/18/2008
786. Blowing Winds 12/15/2008
787. Blue A Feild 2/18/2010
788. Blue Berries Blue 2/17/2010
789. Blue Neon Milk 8/23/2014
790. Blue Waffles 4/15/2014
791. Blue Waves 4/15/2010
792. Blue's Blue 3/17/2009
793. Blunting Emotional Pain 11/15/2014
794. Blush, I Paint 4/21/2009
795. Body Shape 4/11/2010
796. Bombyx Mori 8/14/2014
797. Boobs 12/13/2013
798. Book * 12/8/2008
799. Books 4/26/2011
800. Boot Strapping 7/20/2013
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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