RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 39,681 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

361. A Touching Rendition 12/21/2014
362. A Trance 1/15/2014
363. A Transistor Radio 7/23/2013
364. A Tree Growing In My Mind 2/13/2014
365. A Tree's Lifetime 12/7/2013
366. A Tribute To Innate Talent 11/5/2013
367. A Truant Heart 8/28/2013
368. A True Friend Always 10/23/2013
369. A Urologist 12/16/2013
370. A Valued Person 10/23/2014
371. A Vantage Point 10/27/2013
372. A Vast Wilderness 11/24/2013
373. A Verse Of Creation 9/29/2014
374. A Vision 11/15/2013
375. A Vision Set In Verse 11/26/2013
376. A Voice Of Intellect 10/4/2013
377. A Waiting Relief 8/24/2013
378. A Wakeful Dream 9/27/2013
379. A Watching Game 8/31/2014
380. A Western Bar And Restaurant 10/13/2013
381. A White Cross 10/11/2014
382. A Whole Lifetime 2/27/2013
383. A Wickenburg Judge 10/11/2013
384. A Window Of Thought 4/16/2014
385. A Windsock 5/27/2014
386. A Wonderful Time 11/3/2014
387. A Wondering Thought 5/15/2014
388. A Wondrous Couple 2/13/2014
389. A World Beyond 2/12/2013
390. A Yellow Balloon 9/12/2014
391. A Young Boy 9/14/2014
392. A Young Person 2/13/2013
393. A Youngster Named Alex 10/5/2013
394. A Youngsters First Song 10/24/2013
395. Abandoned Feelings 11/19/2013
396. Abandoned Highway 1/9/2015
397. Abandoningly Cold 4/1/2013
398. Abandonment Of Living 1/20/2014
399. Abandonment's Pain 10/25/2014
400. Abbreviating Life 8/5/2013
Best Poem of RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Life's Black Curtains

Lost and alone, thoughts at a distance, heart heavy
with sorrow.

Touched deeply by your life, not wanting to let go,
yet knowing I must.

In my heart forever, indelibly printed on my soul,
etched in memory's mind.

Touched frequently by the tears of your loss, trying
to hold them as tiny reminders of what we used to have.

They disappear, never become tangible so I may keep them
like a treasure of your love.

With love, I will remember you all my life, for you are
a part and parcel of what we had.

Sharing now that you are no longer ...

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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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