Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 31,856 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Is It Poetry Poems

161. A Low Dissonant Rumble 6/11/2009
162. A Made Up Name 4/10/2009
163. A Males Prostate Is 'Her' Business Too 11/19/2009
164. A Mask So Stark 12/22/2009
165. A Mask, Is To Eye 5/15/2009
166. A Meadow 2/27/2010
167. A 'Milkmaid' 12/20/2009
168. A Milkman 7/13/2010
169. A Mothers Glove 6/13/2009
170. A Mounded Serpants, Circle 10/11/2010
171. A Mr President 5/17/2009
172. A Mystery Ship And Where It Goes 12/18/2016
173. A Name.. 3/11/2010
174. A Natural Habitat 5/29/2009
175. A Negative 5/18/2009
176. A Neophte 12/22/2010
177. A Nerve 12/24/2009
178. A Nest Of Roses 7/14/2013
179. A New Medication 5/9/2009
180. A Noisy Girl No More 7/28/2015
181. A Part In The Part We Play 5/28/2009
182. A Passport 1/10/2010
183. A Patch Of Snow 8/31/2010
184. A Personal Observation 5/7/2016
185. A Piano 5/19/2010
186. A Pink Pill 5/13/2009
187. A Plot, A Monkey 5/12/2009
188. A Poem Can Make You 6/10/2009
189. A Poem Sad 5/17/2010
190. A Pond Kept Hidden 12/21/2008
191. A Prayer 12/13/2009
192. A 'Prayer' 12/12/2009
193. A Prince And Or Her/His A Prison 1/21/2010
194. A Professional Woman 6/12/2009
195. A Pulsar 2/3/2010
196. A Pulse I Feel 5/27/2010
197. A Punks Punk 4/3/2009
198. A Raisin In The Sun 6/22/2009
199. A Red Paper Lantern 9/9/2009
200. A Reflection From Me 8/1/2010
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..

C*taking Turns *

Short of wind your breath belies
the dragging of your heal in
dust we trust.

Sweat dried sand to face
scoured fresh blush the
wind has made
to know.

Wind lifts my arms to take
from you this gift is
precious so.

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