Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 4,634 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Is It Poetry Poems

121. A Grave Digger 1/5/2010
122. A Great Loneliness 9/4/2011
123. A Gutmaster's Trick 7/17/2013
124. A Haiku 6/5/2014
125. A Happy Man 1/11/2014
126. A Hill Without Eye's 2/17/2014
127. A Hole, ' Through The Sky 9/16/2010
128. A House Of Dust 1/10/2010
129. A Hysterical Girl Cries 2/3/2010
130. A Kingdom Is 6/9/2013
131. A Kiss Will Fade 11/11/2014
132. A Label 5/9/2009
133. A Lad On Fire 8/21/2009
134. A Ladies, 'Mister Lazarus 5/25/2010
135. A Lady 'Loves' Her Mister 1/24/2010
136. A Late Walk 7/24/2013
137. A Lesson In Vengenace 12/22/2011
138. A Letter Fell From The Book 7/25/2011
139. A Letter From You...) |( 3/30/2009
140. A Letter To Anon 5/16/2009
141. A Letter, ' To My One And Only Daughter 6/29/2010
142. A Light Exists In Spring 12/16/2013
143. A 'Limb' And It's 'Leaves' 11/21/2009
144. A Lizard 12/2/2013
145. A' Lizard 12/30/2009
146. A Low Dissonant Rumble 6/11/2009
147. A Made Up Name 4/10/2009
148. A Males Prostate Is 'Her' Business Too 11/19/2009
149. A Mask So Stark 12/22/2009
150. A Mask, Is To Eye 5/15/2009
151. A Meadow 2/27/2010
152. A 'Milkmaid' 12/20/2009
153. A Milkman 7/13/2010
154. A Mothers Glove 6/13/2009
155. A Mounded Serpants, Circle 10/11/2010
156. A Mr President 5/17/2009
157. A Name.. 3/11/2010
158. A Natural Habitat 5/29/2009
159. A Negative 5/18/2009
160. A Neophte 12/22/2010
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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