Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 12,259 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Is It Poetry Poems

6001. Your Letter Open 7/1/2011
6002. Your Lips Your Hands Your Mouth I Miss The Most 11/25/2014
6003. Your Mask 7/9/2009
6004. Your Mother And Father, Your Grandparents And I 12/18/2015
6005. Your Mouth 3/19/2009
6006. Your My Southern Dream 2/22/2010
6007. Your My Whiskey, Never Mild Those Wild Dead Women 1/28/2010
6008. Your Other Face 8/11/2010
6009. Your Pale White Hand 3/12/2010
6010. Your Part Of A Hand 2/8/2010
6011. Your Right Hand 4/7/2009
6012. Your Ring Is, Around My Finger 4/26/2011
6013. Your River Of Life 12/15/2008
6014. Your Room Of Courts 1 11/23/2009
6015. Your Rules Of My Pain... 4/25/2009
6016. Your Shadow Will I Keep 3/16/2009
6017. Your Shame 4/27/2010
6018. Your String Of It's Prose 6/3/2009
6019. Your Tears How They Burn Me 4/11/2010
6020. Your Three Legged Horse Won The Race 12/21/2008
6021. Your Virtue 4/13/2011
6022. Your Why My, ' Priorities 11/8/2010
6023. Your Winding Dream 3/19/2009
6024. Your Winding Stream 12/22/2008
6025. Your Words Unrifled Grace 3/21/2009
6026. Your Writes, .... 4/29/2009
6027. Your, 'Young Girl Today 4/27/2010
6028. You'Re 2/22/2010
6029. You'Re Hot When Your Not 10/7/2009
6030. Yours, ' I Am Not 11/30/2011
6031. Yours, My Closet 10/20/2010
6032. Youth Dressed In Gray 7/23/2011
6033. Z Poo Bate 12/13/2008
6034. Z Poo Conveys 12/12/2008
6035. Z Poo Returns 12/12/2008
6036. Z Poo Ringer Mustache 12/12/2008
6037. Z Poo Singer 12/12/2008
6038. Z Poo Trembles On A String 12/13/2008
6039. Zoo 3/29/2009
6040. 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..

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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