Is It Poetry

Silver Star - 3,701 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Is It Poetry Poems

81. A Day-Piece 7/16/2013
82. A Dead Body Climbed On Top Of Me 7/3/2013
83. A Death Blow Is A Life Blow To Some 2/9/2013
84. A Death-Bed 7/4/2013
85. A Debt 9/7/2010
86. A Dictators Vat Of Bleached Words 4/10/2009
87. A Different Path Again To Insanity 11/23/2013
88. A Different View 1/8/2014
89. A Dirty Old Man 7/4/2013
90. A Disguise 12/24/2009
91. A 'Disguise' 12/28/2009
92. A Dog Once Normal 9/18/2009
93. A Dream Forbidden 5/21/2010
94. A Dream Of Death 7/5/2013
95. A Drop Of Blood 6/22/2013
96. A Face Beneeth A Cloud 12/23/2009
97. A Face On A Stage 5/27/2009
98. A Fair Pale Face 3/1/2010
99. A Fantasy. 5/17/2010
100. A Feeding Baby 1/28/2010
101. A Fetus Is Not A Person 1/26/2013
102. A Few Ladies 5/22/2009
103. A Fire - Haiku 5/2/2010
104. A Florida Lizard 3/29/2015
105. A Flower Never Picked 11/28/2010
106. A Fountain At The Tip 7/8/2010
107. A Friend 1/19/2013
108. A Friendship 12/8/2009
109. A Frozen Single Foot 3/13/2009
110. A Gentle Hand 6/25/2010
111. A 'Girl' And Now 11/28/2009
112. A Girl Said, What Is A Rose 6/13/2013
113. A Glimpse 2/9/2010
114. A Golden Draw Knife 6/1/2009
115. A Good Catholic Girl Greets Him 6/29/2010
116. A Good Kind Of Squeeze 9/22/2009
117. A Good Pone Hunter 2/7/2013
118. A Good Wife Would 1/29/2009
119. A Grave Digger 1/5/2010
120. A Great Loneliness 9/4/2011
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..

Held Back

Between the light of day
and as darkness sleeps
on the silver light
that shines down on your face
your face that I see
each day
that goes by
believing that the love
that I felt was alive.

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