Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 30,017 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Is It Poetry Poems

81. A Cloud, A Star 5/28/2009
82. A Coat I Need 1/18/2010
83. A Coffin Is A Small Domain 12/10/2016
84. A Coffin-Is A Small Domain 6/19/2013
85. A Co-Medial 'Mask' Of Words 12/6/2009
86. A Composition 5/1/2011
87. A Confession Lost One Ant 10/28/2009
88. A Consciousness 1/3/2010
89. A Crazed Boy 2/12/2011
90. A Cricket And A Rock Bath 6/13/2009
91. A Cuddle 2/28/2010
92. A Day Comes 1/4/2010
93. A Day-Piece 7/16/2013
94. A Dead Body Climbed On Top Of Me 7/3/2013
95. A Death Blow Is A Life Blow To Some 2/9/2013
96. A Death-Bed 7/4/2013
97. A Debt 9/7/2010
98. A Dictators Vat Of Bleached Words 4/10/2009
99. A Different Path Again To Insanity 11/23/2013
100. A Different View 1/8/2014
101. A Dirty Old Man 7/4/2013
102. A Disguise 12/24/2009
103. A 'Disguise' 12/28/2009
104. A Doctor Being President? 8/20/2015
105. A Dog Once Normal 9/18/2009
106. A Dream Forbidden 5/21/2010
107. A Dream Of Death 7/5/2013
108. A Drop Of Blood 6/22/2013
109. A Face Beneeth A Cloud 12/23/2009
110. A Face Of Silk 11/28/2016
111. A Face On A Stage 5/27/2009
112. A Fair Pale Face 3/1/2010
113. A Fantasy. 5/17/2010
114. A Feeding Baby 1/28/2010
115. A Fetus Is Not A Person 1/26/2013
116. A Few Ladies 5/22/2009
117. A Fire - Haiku 5/2/2010
118. A Florida Lizard 3/29/2015
119. A Flower Never Picked 11/28/2010
120. A Fountain At The Tip 7/8/2010
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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