RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 98,359 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

161. A Little Sharp 1/16/2014
162. A Little Space 9/22/2013
163. A Living Grave 11/5/2013
164. A Living Painting 1/23/2014
165. A Local T.V. Celebrity 12/31/2013
166. A Lone Soul 4/18/2014
167. A Lonely Alcoholic 5/29/2014
168. A Lonely Journey 4/4/2014
169. A Lonely Love 2/1/2015
170. A Lonely Soul 5/9/2014
171. A Lonely Walkway 1/19/2014
172. A Long Way 10/21/2014
173. A Longing To Fly 9/24/2014
174. A Losing Battle 10/11/2014
175. A Lost Happiness 1/26/2014
176. A Lost Soul 6/13/2014
177. A Loving Friend 6/21/2014
178. A Loving Touch 12/8/2014
179. A Lullabye 10/1/2013
180. A Maintenance Worker 4/15/2013
181. A Major Typhoon 1/19/2014
182. A Man We Called Bear 8/2/2016
183. A Marble Heart 9/30/2014
184. A Materialistic World 7/15/2014
185. A Meaning Tapestry 2/8/2014
186. A Memorable Friend 12/5/2013
187. A Mere Poet 3/3/2013
188. A Mere Poet's Life 11/19/2014
189. A Mesquite Tree 1/9/2014
190. A Mind Of Creative Travel 2/19/2013
191. A Mind Of Yesterday 2/23/2014
192. A Mind Piano 9/26/2013
193. A Mind's Bidding 12/10/2014
194. A Mind's Island 12/8/2013
195. A Mind's Life 2/15/2014
196. A Mind's Photo Book 2/20/2013
197. A Mind's Playpen 3/2/2013
198. A Mind's Wanderlust 3/18/2013
199. A Mire Of Sadness 8/27/2013
200. A Misconception 4/17/2014
Best Poem of RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Mind Of Life

Life of mind so green and tender, sprouting with a freshness of purity.
Not a thought of ugliness, nor of barren wasteland, could conjure long enough inside.
Ringing freely are dancing bells caught by flying laughter all around.
Blazing fire with no smoke curls upward and out of sight.
Blossoms popping out upon the ground, filling the air with a scent of nature.
Walking down paths of many minds, these memories hang limply, barely touching the brown dirt.
Everyone famous, everyone small, has a mind of life so green and tender, although it never lasts, but for a short, short ...

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Upright Through Midnight

Rhythms rocking me into the night, touching upon the
old days, struggling like crazy to stand upright through
midnight and beyond.

Watching, traveling, going straight into the middle of
another melody, like marbles rolling around, touching
the surface of emotions.

Turning me inside out and upside down, trailing and drag-

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