Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 7,376 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Is It Poetry Poems

81. A Cuddle 2/28/2010
82. A Day Comes 1/4/2010
83. A Day-Piece 7/16/2013
84. A Dead Body Climbed On Top Of Me 7/3/2013
85. A Death Blow Is A Life Blow To Some 2/9/2013
86. A Death-Bed 7/4/2013
87. A Debt 9/7/2010
88. A Dictators Vat Of Bleached Words 4/10/2009
89. A Different Path Again To Insanity 11/23/2013
90. A Different View 1/8/2014
91. A Dirty Old Man 7/4/2013
92. A Disguise 12/24/2009
93. A 'Disguise' 12/28/2009
94. A Doctor Being President? -new- 8/20/2015
95. A Dog Once Normal 9/18/2009
96. A Dream Forbidden 5/21/2010
97. A Dream Of Death 7/5/2013
98. A Drop Of Blood 6/22/2013
99. A Face Beneeth A Cloud 12/23/2009
100. A Face On A Stage 5/27/2009
101. A Fair Pale Face 3/1/2010
102. A Fantasy. 5/17/2010
103. A Feeding Baby 1/28/2010
104. A Fetus Is Not A Person 1/26/2013
105. A Few Ladies 5/22/2009
106. A Fire - Haiku 5/2/2010
107. A Florida Lizard 3/29/2015
108. A Flower Never Picked 11/28/2010
109. A Fountain At The Tip 7/8/2010
110. A Friend 1/19/2013
111. A Friendship 12/8/2009
112. A Frozen Single Foot 3/13/2009
113. A Gentle Hand 6/25/2010
114. A 'Girl' And Now 11/28/2009
115. A Girl Said, What Is A Rose 6/13/2013
116. A Glimpse 2/9/2010
117. A Golden Draw Knife 6/1/2009
118. A Good Catholic Girl Greets Him 6/29/2010
119. A Good Kind Of Squeeze 9/22/2009
120. A Good Pone Hunter 2/7/2013
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..

C*taking Turns *

Short of wind your breath belies
the dragging of your heal in
dust we trust.

Sweat dried sand to face
scoured fresh blush the
wind has made
to know.

Wind lifts my arms to take
from you this gift is
precious so.

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