Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 7,201 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Is It Poetry Poems

161. A Neophte 12/22/2010
162. A Nerve 12/24/2009
163. A Nest Of Roses 7/14/2013
164. A New Medication 5/9/2009
165. A Noisy Girl No More 7/28/2015
166. A Part In The Part We Play 5/28/2009
167. A Passport 1/10/2010
168. A Patch Of Snow 8/31/2010
169. A Piano 5/19/2010
170. A Pink Pill 5/13/2009
171. A Plot, A Monkey 5/12/2009
172. A Poem Can Make You 6/10/2009
173. A Poem Sad 5/17/2010
174. A Pond Kept Hidden 12/21/2008
175. A Prayer 12/13/2009
176. A 'Prayer' 12/12/2009
177. A Prince And Or Her/His A Prison 1/21/2010
178. A Professional Woman 6/12/2009
179. A Pulsar 2/3/2010
180. A Pulse I Feel 5/27/2010
181. A Punks Punk 4/3/2009
182. A Raisin In The Sun 6/22/2009
183. A Red Paper Lantern 9/9/2009
184. A Reflection From Me 8/1/2010
185. A Republic Fear 2/28/2010
186. A Ring When It Stretches 9/12/2011
187. A Ripped Cheap Red Dress 11/1/2011
188. A River - Haiku 5/2/2010
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..

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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