Is It Poetry (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)
Poems of Is It Poetry
|41.||a caged birds||2/10/2010|
|42.||A Cat Has Died||7/9/2013|
|43.||a cave for mothers, lover||5/15/2009|
|45.||a Certain fire||2/25/2010|
|46.||A Certain Man||11/4/2010|
|47.||A certain softer passion||1/29/2010|
|48.||A Chain Of Pearls||7/7/2013|
|49.||A Challenge To The Dark||6/14/2013|
|51.||A Child, 'unKept, 'Precocious,||5/5/2010|
|52.||a clear plastic bag||10/25/2009|
|53.||A Cliff Dwelling||6/8/2013|
|54.||A Clock Stopped By||9/12/2009|
|55.||A Cloud Came About Me||11/19/2011|
|56.||A Cloud We Fleeced||10/10/2009|
|57.||A Cloud Withdrawn From Me||2/16/2014|
|58.||a cloud, a star||5/28/2009|
|59.||A Coat I Need||1/18/2010|
|60.||A Coffin-Is A Small Domain||6/19/2013|
Her Beauty Is
If she to me a tender word would dare I write,
I whom sleep, beneath the star lite sky.
To sit and ponder what she sees up there.
Such love her face is distant off and bright.
Her beauty from mine eyes, here on me pours,
and metre, measured circles come to rhyme.
About each struggle that I've written is for you.
To love each leaf upon the tree, I'm long to think.