Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 33,576 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Is It Poetry Poems

81. A Cloud Came About Me 11/19/2011
82. A Cloud Turns It's Face To Me 2/12/2015
83. A Cloud We Fleeced 10/10/2009
84. A Cloud Withdrawn From Me 2/16/2014
85. A Cloud, A Star 5/28/2009
86. A Coat I Need 1/18/2010
87. A Coffin Is A Small Domain 12/10/2016
88. A Coffin-Is A Small Domain 6/19/2013
89. A Co-Medial 'Mask' Of Words 12/6/2009
90. A Composition 5/1/2011
91. A Confession Lost One Ant 10/28/2009
92. A Consciousness 1/3/2010
93. A Crazed Boy 2/12/2011
94. A Cricket And A Rock Bath 6/13/2009
95. A Cuddle 2/28/2010
96. A Day Comes 1/4/2010
97. A Day-Piece 7/16/2013
98. A Dead Body Climbed On Top Of Me 7/3/2013
99. A Death Blow Is A Life Blow To Some 2/9/2013
100. A Death-Bed 7/4/2013
101. A Debt 9/7/2010
102. A Dictators Vat Of Bleached Words 4/10/2009
103. A Different Path Again To Insanity 11/23/2013
104. A Different View 1/8/2014
105. A Dirty Old Man 7/4/2013
106. A Disguise 12/24/2009
107. A 'Disguise' 12/28/2009
108. A Doctor Being President? 8/20/2015
109. A Dog Once Normal 9/18/2009
110. A Dream Forbidden 5/21/2010
111. A Dream Of Death 7/5/2013
112. A Drop Of Blood 6/22/2013
113. A Face Beneeth A Cloud 12/23/2009
114. A Face Of Silk 11/28/2016
115. A Face On A Stage 5/27/2009
116. A Fair Pale Face 3/1/2010
117. A Fantasy. 5/17/2010
118. A Feeding Baby 1/28/2010
119. A Fetus Is Not A Person 1/26/2013
120. A Few Ladies 5/22/2009
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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