Is It Poetry

Silver Star - 4,428 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Is It Poetry Poems

5761. Your Letter Open 7/1/2011
5762. Your Lips Your Hands Your Mouth I Miss The Most 11/25/2014
5763. Your Mask 7/9/2009
5764. Your Mouth 3/19/2009
5765. Your My Southern Dream 2/22/2010
5766. Your My Whiskey, Never Mild Those Wild Dead Women 1/28/2010
5767. Your Other Face 8/11/2010
5768. Your Pale White Hand 3/12/2010
5769. Your Part Of A Hand 2/8/2010
5770. Your Right Hand 4/7/2009
5771. Your Ring Is, Around My Finger 4/26/2011
5772. Your River Of Life 12/15/2008
5773. Your Room Of Courts 1 11/23/2009
5774. Your Rules Of My Pain... 4/25/2009
5775. Your Shadow Will I Keep 3/16/2009
5776. Your Shame 4/27/2010
5777. Your String Of It's Prose 6/3/2009
5778. Your Tears How They Burn Me 4/11/2010
5779. Your Three Legged Horse Won The Race 12/21/2008
5780. Your Virtue 4/13/2011
5781. Your Why My, ' Priorities 11/8/2010
5782. Your Winding Dream 3/19/2009
5783. Your Winding Stream 12/22/2008
5784. Your Words Unrifled Grace 3/21/2009
5785. Your Writes, .... 4/29/2009
5786. Your, 'Young Girl Today 4/27/2010
5787. You'Re 2/22/2010
5788. You'Re Hot When Your Not 10/7/2009
5789. Yours, ' I Am Not 11/30/2011
5790. Yours, My Closet 10/20/2010
5791. Youth Dressed In Gray 7/23/2011
5792. Z Poo Bate 12/13/2008
5793. Z Poo Conveys 12/12/2008
5794. Z Poo Returns 12/12/2008
5795. Z Poo Ringer Mustache 12/12/2008
5796. Z Poo Singer 12/12/2008
5797. Z Poo Trembles On A String 12/13/2008
5798. Zoo 3/29/2009
5799. 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..

C*taking Turns *

Short of wind your breath belies
the dragging of your heal in
dust we trust.

Sweat dried sand to face
scoured fresh blush the
wind has made
to know.

Wind lifts my arms to take
from you this gift is
precious so.

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