Poetry By Robin L.A. Shaw

Poetry Written by Robin L.A. Shaw

Just one

 We only get one

One day

One hour

One life


It's always just one

One love

One hope

One dream


Very small number one

One sun

One world

One universe


Don't waste it counting

Down to

On who

Duck goose


By: Robin L.A. Shaw 


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List of my Poems by name

  • Home
  • A Chair In A Room
  • How Could I Think About Ink
  • Lost
  • I Once Wrote A Poem
  • A Torn Book
  • Today I woke up
  • Live
  • To dream
  • The way life really is
  • Believe
  • That Feeling
  • The trees
  • Watching
  • I do not
  • Days
  • All the things
  • Running
  • I Wonder
  • Do you feel?
  • Right now
  • Dead Muse
  • Lonely Mitten.
  • When they ask
  • If I Die Tomorrow
  • Self Made Fog
  • The verb, Not the noun.
  • Wanted; The real thing
  • That Day
  • The Curtain Fell
  • February 29th: The Day That Never Happened
  • The Rain is Falling
  • What started it all?
  • Inside
  • My Worm
  • Last week I died.
  • For at least one hour.
  • Feeble
  • Can't Breathe
  • In this moment
  • Just one
  • Winter Moon
  • Fish
  • Blurred lines Muddy backgrounds
  • There is a version
  • The Swans will come.
  • Comprehension
  • Freedom
  • Envisioning Them
  • The Game
  • To Everyone
  • All the Echoes
  • Haze
  • Some days the bed is softer
  • You can't get me
  • Voices

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