RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 130,451 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

15281. Crowded Byways 8/29/2016
15282. Quietly In The Background 8/29/2016
15283. Hanging Onto Rhythms 8/29/2016
15284. Learning About Peace And Solitude 8/29/2016
15285. Yellowed Memories Of Age 8/30/2016
15286. Individual Dances 8/30/2016
15287. Stranded In Peace 8/30/2016
15288. Musical Ecstasy 8/30/2016
15289. Life Created 9/3/2016
15290. Sanity Of Music 9/3/2016
15291. Solitude Of Nature 9/3/2016
15292. Soliloquys Of Music 9/3/2016
15293. Perfect Embrace 9/3/2016
15294. Life Having No Direction 9/3/2016
15295. Moving Into Tomorrow's Destiny 9/3/2016
15296. Breath - Taking View 9/3/2016
15297. Taking Time To Finish My Story 9/3/2016
15298. Stellar And Unified 9/3/2016
15299. Blossoming Love 9/4/2016
15300. Shielding The Mind 9/4/2016
15301. Holding Onto Thoughts 9/4/2016
15302. Refreshing Look 9/4/2016
15303. Watching Smoke 9/6/2016
15304. Floating Clouds 9/6/2016
15305. Outlets 9/6/2016
15306. Satisfying Intellect Rapidly 9/6/2016
15307. Fulfilling Passion 9/6/2016
15308. Endless Appetite 9/6/2016
15309. Raining Tones 9/6/2016
15310. Dancing And Playing In Intellect 9/7/2016
15311. Mysterious Denizens 9/7/2016
15312. Nature's Lessons For Humanity 9/7/2016
15313. Everyone Looking 9/7/2016
15314. Being Amazed 9/7/2016
15315. Capturing Nature Interiorly 9/10/2016
15316. Life Promises Nothing 9/10/2016
15317. Solo Journey 9/10/2016
15318. Coping With Life 9/10/2016
15319. Final Piece 9/10/2016
15320. Strumming Yesterday's Memories 9/10/2016
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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Tearful Image

A picture hanging on the wall - no one here at all.
Only memories alive within my mind.
The real person has died and left only an image to
dwell on once in a while.
Life continues to pass by with no care or thought of
how we feel - emptiness is left deep inside.
Feelings haven't died, only the way in which we dealt with
them before - when we were one-on-one - in person.
Now it's just me talking to your image on the wall,

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