Is It Poetry

Silver Star - 3,996 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 Part In The Part We Play 5/28/2009
164. A Passport 1/10/2010
165. A Patch Of Snow 8/31/2010
166. A Piano 5/19/2010
167. A Pink Pill 5/13/2009
168. A Plot, A Monkey 5/12/2009
169. A Poem Can Make You 6/10/2009
170. A Poem Sad 5/17/2010
171. A Pond Kept Hidden 12/21/2008
172. A Prayer 12/13/2009
173. A 'Prayer' 12/12/2009
174. A Prince And Or Her/His A Prison 1/21/2010
175. A Professional Woman 6/12/2009
176. A Pulsar 2/3/2010
177. A Pulse I Feel 5/27/2010
178. A Punks Punk 4/3/2009
179. A Raisin In The Sun 6/22/2009
180. A Red Paper Lantern 9/9/2009
181. A Reflection From Me 8/1/2010
182. A Republic Fear 2/28/2010
183. A Ring When It Stretches 9/12/2011
184. A Ripped Cheap Red Dress 11/1/2011
185. A River - Haiku 5/2/2010
186. A 'Rose' Smells 1/6/2010
187. A Rose Some Color Other 7/16/2009
188. A Sad Poem 1/6/2010
189. A Seal 5/10/2009
190. A Secret Hold 1/9/2011
191. A Secret I Unfold 11/12/2011
192. A Secret Told 1/10/2014
193. A Secret Truth 7/16/2011
194. A Secret Untold 1/10/2010
195. A Secrets Hold 11/4/2009
196. A Ship Of Others 1/2/2010
197. A Silver Rain 5/5/2011
198. A Simple Concept 11/10/2011
199. A Single Dad 2/24/2010
200. A Single Tear 12/8/2008
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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