Is It Poetry
Poems of Is It Poetry
|4862.||Translucent Clear Stream||11/21/2011|
|4863.||trapped in ice||12/22/2008|
|4864.||Trapped On The Slide||2/15/2014|
|4865.||Trapped Within Your Robes||6/29/2010|
|4869.||Tree of Life, a Woman's Will||8/19/2011|
|4870.||Tree of Life, and Woman||8/19/2011|
|4872.||Trees and bushes||5/15/2010|
|4873.||Trees To Tall To Touch||1/29/2013|
|4875.||tremble, stutter, sweat, passout||5/9/2009|
|4876.||'Trembled' Your Face-My Hand||10/23/2009|
|4878.||tric apart my art||5/30/2009|
|4880.||Tricks of the Trade||12/22/2008|
Evolution in the beginning was once similar in man it evolved everywhere.
Wrenched by sheer will from the past constant moving called time.
Two steps back it required that one open mind avoiding the blind.
From that dark hidden place filled with blue light water is.
Walking from there we wandered here cleaving to the cradle of life
not the extreme southern heat or cold northern lights.
These periods of time some were unbearably long hands stretched out
(historically we could not) upon pa