Is It Poetry

Silver Star - 3,721 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Is It Poetry Poems

761. Bleet Me Up Scotty 12/15/2008
762. Bleeting The Light 12/14/2008
763. Bleets Do Grow 12/14/2008
764. Bless A Fairy Kissed 3/19/2009
765. Blessed Are The Mothers* 12/9/2008
766. Blessed Is The Sun 3/16/2009
767. Blind 4/7/2009
768. Blind Assistant 7/12/2009
769. Blind Man 2/5/2010
770. Blind The World 1/9/2014
771. Blind*for*days 12/11/2008
772. Bling Your Dead 12/16/2008
773. Blinking Your Pink God 6/13/2010
774. Bliss 8/8/2011
775. Blithering Sops 12/20/2008
776. Blood And Honey 1/5/2012
777. Blood Diamond 4/7/2010
778. Blood Squirts 12/27/2013
779. Blood, ' And There You Be 6/17/2010
780. Bloody Cuts 4/28/2011
781. Bloody Stick's 2/8/2014
782. Bloody Well Right, She Is 5/20/2010
783. Blooms White Wash 6/20/2009
784. Blowing Sand 12/18/2008
785. Blowing Winds 12/15/2008
786. Blue A Feild 2/18/2010
787. Blue Berries Blue 2/17/2010
788. Blue Neon Milk 8/23/2014
789. Blue Waffles 4/15/2014
790. Blue Waves 4/15/2010
791. Blue's Blue 3/17/2009
792. Blunting Emotional Pain 11/15/2014
793. Blush, I Paint 4/21/2009
794. Body Shape 4/11/2010
795. Bombyx Mori 8/14/2014
796. Boobs 12/13/2013
797. Book * 12/8/2008
798. Books 4/26/2011
799. Boot Strapping 7/20/2013
800. Booty A (Haiku) 9/10/2014
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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