Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 16,752 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Is It Poetry Poems

161. A Name.. 3/11/2010
162. A Natural Habitat 5/29/2009
163. A Negative 5/18/2009
164. A Neophte 12/22/2010
165. A Nerve 12/24/2009
166. A Nest Of Roses 7/14/2013
167. A New Medication 5/9/2009
168. A Noisy Girl No More 7/28/2015
169. A Part In The Part We Play 5/28/2009
170. A Passport 1/10/2010
171. A Patch Of Snow 8/31/2010
172. A Personal Observation 5/7/2016
173. A Piano 5/19/2010
174. A Pink Pill 5/13/2009
175. A Plot, A Monkey 5/12/2009
176. A Poem Can Make You 6/10/2009
177. A Poem Sad 5/17/2010
178. A Pond Kept Hidden 12/21/2008
179. A Prayer 12/13/2009
180. A 'Prayer' 12/12/2009
181. A Prince And Or Her/His A Prison 1/21/2010
182. A Professional Woman 6/12/2009
183. A Pulsar 2/3/2010
184. A Pulse I Feel 5/27/2010
185. A Punks Punk 4/3/2009
186. A Raisin In The Sun 6/22/2009
187. A Red Paper Lantern 9/9/2009
188. A Reflection From Me 8/1/2010
189. A Republic Fear 2/28/2010
190. A Ring When It Stretches 9/12/2011
191. A Ripped Cheap Red Dress 11/1/2011
192. A River - Haiku 5/2/2010
193. A Rose Once It's Picked 12/29/2015
194. A 'Rose' Smells 1/6/2010
195. A Rose Some Color Other 7/16/2009
196. A Sad Poem 1/6/2010
197. A Seal 5/10/2009
198. A Secret Hold 1/9/2011
199. A Secret I Unfold 11/12/2011
200. A Secret Told 1/10/2014
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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