Is It Poetry
Is It Poetry Poems
|6161.||You'Re Hot When Your Not||10/7/2009|
|6162.||Yours, ' I Am Not||11/30/2011|
|6163.||Yours, My Closet||10/20/2010|
|6164.||Youth Dressed In Gray||7/23/2011|
|6165.||Z Poo Bate||12/13/2008|
|6166.||Z Poo Conveys||12/12/2008|
|6167.||Z Poo Returns||12/12/2008|
|6168.||Z Poo Ringer Mustache||12/12/2008|
|6169.||Z Poo Singer||12/12/2008|
|6170.||Z Poo Trembles On A String||12/13/2008|
|6172.||فقدت داخل القرآن الكريم الخاص بك||1/19/2014|
...................She Is Afraid, He Is Tired..
She is he,
and he is She.
now lost, loves heart.
the yellow sun.
You once we're two,
and ran around the world.
Inside both heads.
He fell inside loves fire.
his red heart pumping burned
burned ice cold hot.
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.
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.