Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Arousing Signs


Mysterious depths of intellect, arouse signs of
intelligence, coming awake and listening for the
clues.

Figuring out it's definitive mysteries, not
wanting to be kept out of their environments so
they can be written out.

Being curious every day, stretching a mind,
allowing it to encompass all clues, then reaching
for cognitive abstractions to be written about
with somber realizations in prose.

Nothing ever keeping off to the side of life,
because it has to always be in depths of thought,
as self contemplates what life is about.

Never failing to come up with phases and beauty of
extravagant thoughts regarding the mysteriousness
of it's self.

Submitted: Friday, March 28, 2014
Edited: Friday, April 04, 2014

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Topic(s): poem

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Arousing Signs by RoseAnn V. Shawiak )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

New Poems

  1. Read yourself, Eleonora Bistrianu
  2. State dictates people to be violent, Pranab K. Chakraborty
  3. Just After Dawn, David Harris
  4. Graveyard, Eleonora Bistrianu
  5. Moments, Eleonora Bistrianu
  6. Stasying the Course, John F. McCullagh
  7. Preposterous, Alem Hailu Gabre Kristos
  8. The Little Wood, Ruth Manning-Sanders
  9. The Moral Roundabout, Ruth Manning-Sanders
  10. The Old Wheelwright, Ruth Manning-Sanders

Poem of the Day

poet William Wordsworth

I

I AM not One who much or oft delight
To season my fireside with personal talk.--
Of friends, who live within an easy walk,
Or neighbours, daily, weekly, in my sight:
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]