RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 18,186 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

1. Tearful Image 1/28/2013
2. Close Friend Dying 1/28/2013
3. Cherished Friendship 1/28/2013
4. Heart Breaking Moments 1/28/2013
5. Once A Star Of Life 1/29/2013
6. Tears 1/29/2013
7. Daniel 1/29/2013
8. Reflective Contemplation 1/29/2013
9. Final Fragrance Of Life 1/29/2013
10. Empty World 1/29/2013
11. Old Blue 1/29/2013
12. Questioning 1/29/2013
13. Shared Times 1/29/2013
14. Maturity Growing 1/29/2013
15. Near Death 1/29/2013
16. Reflecting Darkness 1/29/2013
17. Backyard Memories 1/29/2013
18. Final Moments 1/29/2013
19. Aching Heart 1/29/2013
20. Stormy Fire 1/29/2013
21. Christmas 1/29/2013
22. Vulnerability 1/29/2013
23. Measured Life 1/29/2013
24. Waiting 1/29/2013
25. Love Is Not 1/29/2013
26. Nothing 1/29/2013
27. Sketching People And Nature 1/29/2013
28. Beloved Shakespeare 1/29/2013
29. Starting Over After Nine Eleven 1/29/2013
30. Sunshades Of Maturity 2/1/2013
31. Whispering Memories 2/1/2013
32. Memory Sparkles 2/1/2013
33. Eyes Of Prayer 2/1/2013
34. Following Purposes 2/1/2013
35. Called To Answer 2/1/2013
36. Whispered Particles 2/1/2013
37. Passing Time 2/1/2013
38. Unproven Theories 2/1/2013
39. Andrea Bocelli's Life Beats 2/1/2013
40. Interior Rhythm 2/1/2013
Best Poem of RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Winter Cold

Spring is here, yet winter has not left us.
It's a time for blossoms to come forth - but they are freezing
from the cold.
Look out a window and see the bright sun shining everywhere,
see the warmth hanging in the air?
Outside the door, I take a step, my breath I can see blowing
in the wind.
It's cold against my skin and quickly I step back in.
Contented now to watch the warm looking sunshine from a window
within my heated room.

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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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