Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 24,887 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Is It Poetry Poems

121. A Good Pone Hunter 2/7/2013
122. A Good Wife Would 1/29/2009
123. A Grave Digger 1/5/2010
124. A Great Loneliness 9/4/2011
125. A Gutmaster's Trick 7/17/2013
126. A Haiku 6/5/2014
127. A Happy Man 1/11/2014
128. A Hill Without Eye's 2/17/2014
129. A Hole, ' Through The Sky 9/16/2010
130. A House Of Dust 1/10/2010
131. A Hysterical Girl Cries 2/3/2010
132. A Kingdom Is 6/9/2013
133. A Kiss Will Fade 11/11/2014
134. A Label 5/9/2009
135. A Lad On Fire 8/21/2009
136. A Ladies, 'Mister Lazarus 5/25/2010
137. A Lady 'Loves' Her Mister 1/24/2010
138. A Late Walk 7/24/2013
139. A Lesson In Vengenace 12/22/2011
140. A Letter Fell From The Book 7/25/2011
141. A Letter From You...) |( 3/30/2009
142. A Letter To Anon 5/16/2009
143. A Letter To My Florida Representative Dwight Dudley (D) -new- 11/22/2016
144. A Letter, ' To My One And Only Daughter 6/29/2010
145. A Light Exists In Spring 12/16/2013
146. A 'Limb' And It's 'Leaves' 11/21/2009
147. A Lizard 12/2/2013
148. A' Lizard 12/30/2009
149. A Love Song 3/14/2016
150. A Low Dissonant Rumble 6/11/2009
151. A Made Up Name 4/10/2009
152. A Males Prostate Is 'Her' Business Too 11/19/2009
153. A Mask So Stark 12/22/2009
154. A Mask, Is To Eye 5/15/2009
155. A Meadow 2/27/2010
156. A 'Milkmaid' 12/20/2009
157. A Milkman 7/13/2010
158. A Mothers Glove 6/13/2009
159. A Mounded Serpants, Circle 10/11/2010
160. A Mr President 5/17/2009
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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