Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 5,140 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Is It Poetry Poems

161. A Nerve 12/24/2009
162. A Nest Of Roses 7/14/2013
163. A New Medication 5/9/2009
164. A Noisy Girl No More -new- 7/28/2015
165. A Part In The Part We Play 5/28/2009
166. A Passport 1/10/2010
167. A Patch Of Snow 8/31/2010
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' Smells 1/6/2010
189. A Rose Some Color Other 7/16/2009
190. A Sad Poem 1/6/2010
191. A Seal 5/10/2009
192. A Secret Hold 1/9/2011
193. A Secret I Unfold 11/12/2011
194. A Secret Told 1/10/2014
195. A Secret Truth 7/16/2011
196. A Secret Untold 1/10/2010
197. A Secrets Hold 11/4/2009
198. A Ship Of Others 1/2/2010
199. A Short Story About - My Dirty Slut 6/28/2015
200. A Silver Rain 5/5/2011
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..

A Single Tear

Eternity made inside to grow
singular shape to know
duct of the salt rolls from
this flesh cured spectrum
emotions all do taste
you grow.

Many are the tears that
formed upon your face.

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