Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 13,613 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Is It Poetry Poems

761. Birds Flying 12/22/2008
762. Birds In The Woods 7/30/2009
763. Birds That Sing 5/17/2010
764. Birth 9/3/2014
765. Birth Of A Butterfly 3/17/2010
766. Bitten 4/18/2015
767. Black A Rose Made From Wood 2/16/2010
768. Black And Pink* 12/9/2008
769. Black And White 12/22/2015
770. Black Berrys Charm The Snake 8/29/2009
771. Black Hearts Transparent 7/18/2011
772. Black Hole 5/6/2009
773. Black Mail Extortioner 6/17/2009
774. Black Mink 2/3/2010
775. Black Or White 5/8/2015
776. Black Perfumed Silk 4/24/2011
777. Black Sand And White Paper 8/24/2009
778. Black Sea 2/2/2010
779. Black Sea Horses 9/21/2011
780. Blackened Red Blood 4/16/2009
781. Blame 3/21/2014
782. Blank Faces 8/18/2015
783. Blank Page No Ink 12/13/2008
784. Bleeding Apart 3/16/2009
785. Bleeding Parts 4/11/2010
786. Bleet Me In Heaven 12/14/2008
787. Bleet Me Up Scotty 12/15/2008
788. Bleeting The Light 12/14/2008
789. Bleets Do Grow 12/14/2008
790. Bless A Fairy Kissed 3/19/2009
791. Blessed Are The Mothers* 12/9/2008
792. Blessed Are They 1/11/2016
793. Blessed Is The Sun 3/16/2009
794. Blind 4/7/2009
795. Blind Assistant 7/12/2009
796. Blind Man 2/5/2010
797. Blind The World 1/9/2014
798. Blind*for*days 12/11/2008
799. Bling Your Dead 12/16/2008
800. Blinking Your Pink God 6/13/2010
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..

Lid To My Box *

Round beveled square to a frame
bearing hues fading of dreams
maker in such crafted long ago
for whom but a guess many
names but few for the
wearer of the seal meant for me
not for you.

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