Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 29,987 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Is It Poetry Poems

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