Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 15,169 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Is It Poetry Poems

161. A Nest Of Roses 7/14/2013
162. A New Medication 5/9/2009
163. A Noisy Girl No More 7/28/2015
164. A Part In The Part We Play 5/28/2009
165. A Passport 1/10/2010
166. A Patch Of Snow 8/31/2010
167. A Personal Observation 5/7/2016
168. A Piano 5/19/2010
169. A Pink Pill 5/13/2009
170. A Plot, A Monkey 5/12/2009
171. A Poem Can Make You 6/10/2009
172. A Poem Sad 5/17/2010
173. A Pond Kept Hidden 12/21/2008
174. A Prayer 12/13/2009
175. A 'Prayer' 12/12/2009
176. A Prince And Or Her/His A Prison 1/21/2010
177. A Professional Woman 6/12/2009
178. A Pulsar 2/3/2010
179. A Pulse I Feel 5/27/2010
180. A Punks Punk 4/3/2009
181. A Raisin In The Sun 6/22/2009
182. A Red Paper Lantern 9/9/2009
183. A Reflection From Me 8/1/2010
184. A Republic Fear 2/28/2010
185. A Ring When It Stretches 9/12/2011
186. A Ripped Cheap Red Dress 11/1/2011
187. A River - Haiku 5/2/2010
188. A Rose Once It's Picked 12/29/2015
189. A 'Rose' Smells 1/6/2010
190. A Rose Some Color Other 7/16/2009
191. A Sad Poem 1/6/2010
192. A Seal 5/10/2009
193. A Secret Hold 1/9/2011
194. A Secret I Unfold 11/12/2011
195. A Secret Told 1/10/2014
196. A Secret Truth 7/16/2011
197. A Secret Untold 1/10/2010
198. A Secrets Hold 11/4/2009
199. A Ship Of Others 1/2/2010
200. A Short Story About - My Dirty Slut 6/28/2015
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..

Heart In Oak *

Such as does repose
fine grain.

Polished surface gained
thus by feel.

Soul of a giant
lays within.

Bowing Gently
in the breeze.

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