Is It Poetry

Silver Star - 3,673 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

In Through The Out Door - Poem by Is It Poetry

Coming home to what I have.
Thoughts that I have borne in your head.
Makeup has erased your face.
Powdered cheeks mother, daughter when lead.
To represent all I have said.
Have I what you have never thus had.
Mrs red bush once green leaves few would leave.
Tall trees and their girth you have felt.
In through the out door.
The out door brown mat on the floor.
Blue veined thighs.
White marble the floor in the light.
Such are the feelings I feel in my heart.
In through the out door a lot.


Comments about In Through The Out Door by Is It Poetry

  • Bronze Star - 2,423 Points S.zaynub Kamoonpuri (10/10/2013 10:24:00 AM)

    A sublime poem, such awesome musing muse, so nice to read! (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,229 Points Thomas A Robinson (9/10/2013 7:09:00 PM)

    A very impressive poem about you .12+++ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013


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