Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 13,598 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Is It Poetry Poems

6041. Your My Whiskey, Never Mild Those Wild Dead Women 1/28/2010
6042. Your Other Face 8/11/2010
6043. Your Pale White Hand 3/12/2010
6044. Your Part Of A Hand 2/8/2010
6045. Your Right Hand 4/7/2009
6046. Your Ring Is, Around My Finger 4/26/2011
6047. Your River Of Life 12/15/2008
6048. Your Room Of Courts 1 11/23/2009
6049. Your Rules Of My Pain... 4/25/2009
6050. Your Shadow Will I Keep 3/16/2009
6051. Your Shame 4/27/2010
6052. Your String Of It's Prose 6/3/2009
6053. Your Tears How They Burn Me 4/11/2010
6054. Your Three Legged Horse Won The Race 12/21/2008
6055. Your Virtue 4/13/2011
6056. Your Why My, ' Priorities 11/8/2010
6057. Your Winding Dream 3/19/2009
6058. Your Winding Stream 12/22/2008
6059. Your Words Unrifled Grace 3/21/2009
6060. Your Writes, .... 4/29/2009
6061. Your, 'Young Girl Today 4/27/2010
6062. You'Re 2/22/2010
6063. You'Re Hot When Your Not 10/7/2009
6064. Yours, ' I Am Not 11/30/2011
6065. Yours, My Closet 10/20/2010
6066. Youth Dressed In Gray 7/23/2011
6067. Z Poo Bate 12/13/2008
6068. Z Poo Conveys 12/12/2008
6069. Z Poo Returns 12/12/2008
6070. Z Poo Ringer Mustache 12/12/2008
6071. Z Poo Singer 12/12/2008
6072. Z Poo Trembles On A String 12/13/2008
6073. Zoo 3/29/2009
6074. 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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