Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 16,743 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Is It Poetry Poems

6121. Your Lips Your Hands Your Mouth I Miss The Most 11/25/2014
6122. Your Mask 7/9/2009
6123. Your Mother And Father, Your Grandparents And I 12/18/2015
6124. Your Mouth 3/19/2009
6125. Your My Southern Dream 2/22/2010
6126. Your My Whiskey, Never Mild Those Wild Dead Women 1/28/2010
6127. Your Other Face 8/11/2010
6128. Your Pale White Hand 3/12/2010
6129. Your Part Of A Hand 2/8/2010
6130. Your Religion And God, As I See It -new- 8/14/2016
6131. Your Right Hand 4/7/2009
6132. Your Ring Is, Around My Finger 4/26/2011
6133. Your River Of Life 12/15/2008
6134. Your Room Of Courts 1 11/23/2009
6135. Your Rules Of My Pain... 4/25/2009
6136. Your Shadow Will I Keep 3/16/2009
6137. Your Shame 4/27/2010
6138. Your String Of It's Prose 6/3/2009
6139. Your Tears How They Burn Me 4/11/2010
6140. Your Three Legged Horse Won The Race 12/21/2008
6141. Your Virtue 4/13/2011
6142. Your Why My, ' Priorities 11/8/2010
6143. Your Winding Dream 3/19/2009
6144. Your Winding Stream 12/22/2008
6145. Your Words Unrifled Grace 3/21/2009
6146. Your Writes, .... 4/29/2009
6147. Your, 'Young Girl Today 4/27/2010
6148. You'Re 2/22/2010
6149. You'Re Hot When Your Not 10/7/2009
6150. Yours, ' I Am Not 11/30/2011
6151. Yours, My Closet 10/20/2010
6152. Youth Dressed In Gray 7/23/2011
6153. Z Poo Bate 12/13/2008
6154. Z Poo Conveys 12/12/2008
6155. Z Poo Returns 12/12/2008
6156. Z Poo Ringer Mustache 12/12/2008
6157. Z Poo Singer 12/12/2008
6158. Z Poo Trembles On A String 12/13/2008
6159. Zoo 3/29/2009
6160. فقدت داخل القرآن الكريم الخاص بك 1/19/2014
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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