Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 16,308 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Is It Poetry Poems

121. A Great Loneliness 9/4/2011
122. A Gutmaster's Trick 7/17/2013
123. A Haiku 6/5/2014
124. A Happy Man 1/11/2014
125. A Hill Without Eye's 2/17/2014
126. A Hole, ' Through The Sky 9/16/2010
127. A House Of Dust 1/10/2010
128. A Hysterical Girl Cries 2/3/2010
129. A Kingdom Is 6/9/2013
130. A Kiss Will Fade 11/11/2014
131. A Label 5/9/2009
132. A Lad On Fire 8/21/2009
133. A Ladies, 'Mister Lazarus 5/25/2010
134. A Lady 'Loves' Her Mister 1/24/2010
135. A Late Walk 7/24/2013
136. A Lesson In Vengenace 12/22/2011
137. A Letter Fell From The Book 7/25/2011
138. A Letter From You...) |( 3/30/2009
139. A Letter To Anon 5/16/2009
140. A Letter, ' To My One And Only Daughter 6/29/2010
141. A Light Exists In Spring 12/16/2013
142. A 'Limb' And It's 'Leaves' 11/21/2009
143. A Lizard 12/2/2013
144. A' Lizard 12/30/2009
145. A Love Song 3/14/2016
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..

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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