Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 30,928 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Is It Poetry Poems

6441. Your Mother And Father, Your Grandparents And I 12/18/2015
6442. Your Mouth 3/19/2009
6443. Your My Southern Dream 2/22/2010
6444. Your My Whiskey, Never Mild Those Wild Dead Women 1/28/2010
6445. Your Other Face 8/11/2010
6446. Your Pale White Hand 3/12/2010
6447. Your Part Of A Hand 2/8/2010
6448. Your Religion And God, As I See It 8/14/2016
6449. Your Right Hand 4/7/2009
6450. Your Ring Is, Around My Finger 4/26/2011
6451. Your River Of Life 12/15/2008
6452. Your Room Of Courts 1 11/23/2009
6453. Your Rules Of My Pain... 4/25/2009
6454. Your Shadow Will I Keep 3/16/2009
6455. Your Shame 4/27/2010
6456. Your String Of It's Prose 6/3/2009
6457. Your Tears How They Burn Me 4/11/2010
6458. Your Three Legged Horse Won The Race 12/21/2008
6459. Your Virtue 4/13/2011
6460. Your Why My, ' Priorities 11/8/2010
6461. Your Winding Dream 3/19/2009
6462. Your Winding Stream 12/22/2008
6463. Your Words Unrifled Grace 3/21/2009
6464. Your Writes, .... 4/29/2009
6465. Your, 'Young Girl Today 4/27/2010
6466. You'Re 2/22/2010
6467. You'Re Hot When Your Not 10/7/2009
6468. Yours, ' I Am Not 11/30/2011
6469. Yours, My Closet 10/20/2010
6470. Youth And Love 12/28/2016
6471. Youth Dressed In Gray 7/23/2011
6472. Z Poo Bate 12/13/2008
6473. Z Poo Conveys 12/12/2008
6474. Z Poo Returns 12/12/2008
6475. Z Poo Ringer Mustache 12/12/2008
6476. Z Poo Singer 12/12/2008
6477. Z Poo Trembles On A String 12/13/2008
6478. Zoo 3/29/2009
6479. فقدت داخل القرآن الكريم الخاص بك 1/19/2014
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..

White Fog

Rolling in white fog,
In waves of white, the moving mist.
Shrouded in the early morning dawn.
Beneath your feet none living,
That once I've loved in death I've claimed
To know.

They beat the bushes and green leaves,
Not brown

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