Is It Poetry

Silver Star - 4,016 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Is It Poetry Poems

81. A Day Comes 1/4/2010
82. A Day-Piece 7/16/2013
83. A Dead Body Climbed On Top Of Me 7/3/2013
84. A Death Blow Is A Life Blow To Some 2/9/2013
85. A Death-Bed 7/4/2013
86. A Debt 9/7/2010
87. A Dictators Vat Of Bleached Words 4/10/2009
88. A Different Path Again To Insanity 11/23/2013
89. A Different View 1/8/2014
90. A Dirty Old Man 7/4/2013
91. A Disguise 12/24/2009
92. A 'Disguise' 12/28/2009
93. A Dog Once Normal 9/18/2009
94. A Dream Forbidden 5/21/2010
95. A Dream Of Death 7/5/2013
96. A Drop Of Blood 6/22/2013
97. A Face Beneeth A Cloud 12/23/2009
98. A Face On A Stage 5/27/2009
99. A Fair Pale Face 3/1/2010
100. A Fantasy. 5/17/2010
101. A Feeding Baby 1/28/2010
102. A Fetus Is Not A Person 1/26/2013
103. A Few Ladies 5/22/2009
104. A Fire - Haiku 5/2/2010
105. A Florida Lizard 3/29/2015
106. A Flower Never Picked 11/28/2010
107. A Fountain At The Tip 7/8/2010
108. A Friend 1/19/2013
109. A Friendship 12/8/2009
110. A Frozen Single Foot 3/13/2009
111. A Gentle Hand 6/25/2010
112. A 'Girl' And Now 11/28/2009
113. A Girl Said, What Is A Rose 6/13/2013
114. A Glimpse 2/9/2010
115. A Golden Draw Knife 6/1/2009
116. A Good Catholic Girl Greets Him 6/29/2010
117. A Good Kind Of Squeeze 9/22/2009
118. A Good Pone Hunter 2/7/2013
119. A Good Wife Would 1/29/2009
120. A Grave Digger 1/5/2010
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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