Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 17,193 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Is It Poetry Poems

161. A Milkman 7/13/2010
162. A Mothers Glove 6/13/2009
163. A Mounded Serpants, Circle 10/11/2010
164. A Mr President 5/17/2009
165. A Name.. 3/11/2010
166. A Natural Habitat 5/29/2009
167. A Negative 5/18/2009
168. A Neophte 12/22/2010
169. A Nerve 12/24/2009
170. A Nest Of Roses 7/14/2013
171. A New Medication 5/9/2009
172. A Noisy Girl No More 7/28/2015
173. A Part In The Part We Play 5/28/2009
174. A Passport 1/10/2010
175. A Patch Of Snow 8/31/2010
176. A Personal Observation 5/7/2016
177. A Piano 5/19/2010
178. A Pink Pill 5/13/2009
179. A Plot, A Monkey 5/12/2009
180. A Poem Can Make You 6/10/2009
181. A Poem Sad 5/17/2010
182. A Pond Kept Hidden 12/21/2008
183. A Prayer 12/13/2009
184. A 'Prayer' 12/12/2009
185. A Prince And Or Her/His A Prison 1/21/2010
186. A Professional Woman 6/12/2009
187. A Pulsar 2/3/2010
188. A Pulse I Feel 5/27/2010
189. A Punks Punk 4/3/2009
190. A Raisin In The Sun 6/22/2009
191. A Red Paper Lantern 9/9/2009
192. A Reflection From Me 8/1/2010
193. A Republic Fear 2/28/2010
194. A Ring When It Stretches 9/12/2011
195. A Ripped Cheap Red Dress 11/1/2011
196. A River - Haiku 5/2/2010
197. A Rose Once It's Picked 12/29/2015
198. A 'Rose' Smells 1/6/2010
199. A Rose Some Color Other 7/16/2009
200. A Sad Poem 1/6/2010
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..

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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