Is It Poetry

Silver Star - 3,700 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Is It Poetry Poems

5721. Your Pale White Hand 3/12/2010
5722. Your Part Of A Hand 2/8/2010
5723. Your Right Hand 4/7/2009
5724. Your Ring Is, Around My Finger 4/26/2011
5725. Your River Of Life 12/15/2008
5726. Your Room Of Courts 1 11/23/2009
5727. Your Rules Of My Pain... 4/25/2009
5728. Your Shadow Will I Keep 3/16/2009
5729. Your Shame 4/27/2010
5730. Your String Of It's Prose 6/3/2009
5731. Your Tears How They Burn Me 4/11/2010
5732. Your Three Legged Horse Won The Race 12/21/2008
5733. Your Virtue 4/13/2011
5734. Your Why My, ' Priorities 11/8/2010
5735. Your Winding Dream 3/19/2009
5736. Your Winding Stream 12/22/2008
5737. Your Words Unrifled Grace 3/21/2009
5738. Your Writes, .... 4/29/2009
5739. Your, 'Young Girl Today 4/27/2010
5740. You'Re 2/22/2010
5741. You'Re Hot When Your Not 10/7/2009
5742. Yours, ' I Am Not 11/30/2011
5743. Yours, My Closet 10/20/2010
5744. Youth Dressed In Gray 7/23/2011
5745. Z Poo Bate 12/13/2008
5746. Z Poo Conveys 12/12/2008
5747. Z Poo Returns 12/12/2008
5748. Z Poo Ringer Mustache 12/12/2008
5749. Z Poo Singer 12/12/2008
5750. Z Poo Trembles On A String 12/13/2008
5751. Zoo 3/29/2009
5752. 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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