Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 5,161 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Is It Poetry Poems

761. Blackened Red Blood 4/16/2009
762. Blame 3/21/2014
763. Blank Page No Ink 12/13/2008
764. Bleeding Apart 3/16/2009
765. Bleeding Parts 4/11/2010
766. Bleet Me In Heaven 12/14/2008
767. Bleet Me Up Scotty 12/15/2008
768. Bleeting The Light 12/14/2008
769. Bleets Do Grow 12/14/2008
770. Bless A Fairy Kissed 3/19/2009
771. Blessed Are The Mothers* 12/9/2008
772. Blessed Is The Sun 3/16/2009
773. Blind 4/7/2009
774. Blind Assistant 7/12/2009
775. Blind Man 2/5/2010
776. Blind The World 1/9/2014
777. Blind*for*days 12/11/2008
778. Bling Your Dead 12/16/2008
779. Blinking Your Pink God 6/13/2010
780. Bliss 8/8/2011
781. Blithering Sops 12/20/2008
782. Blood And Honey 1/5/2012
783. Blood Diamond 4/7/2010
784. Blood Squirts 12/27/2013
785. Blood, ' And There You Be 6/17/2010
786. Bloody Cuts 4/28/2011
787. Bloody Stick's 2/8/2014
788. Bloody Well Right, She Is 5/20/2010
789. Blooms White Wash 6/20/2009
790. Blowing Sand 12/18/2008
791. Blowing Winds 12/15/2008
792. Blue A Feild 2/18/2010
793. Blue Berries Blue 2/17/2010
794. Blue Neon Milk 8/23/2014
795. Blue Waffles 4/15/2014
796. Blue Waves 4/15/2010
797. Blue's Blue 3/17/2009
798. Blunting Emotional Pain 11/15/2014
799. Blush, I Paint 4/21/2009
800. Body Shape 4/11/2010
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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