RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 19,834 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

41. A Clearer View 2/9/2014
42. A Cloak Of Life 1/7/2014
43. A Cloud Of Heaven 8/20/2013
44. A Cloudy Day 11/1/2014
45. A Coercive Force 10/11/2014
46. A Co-Existence 7/31/2013
47. A Cold Embrace 10/17/2013
48. A Collection 1/18/2014
49. A Coming Sign 10/28/2014
50. A Complacent Gentleman 4/25/2013
51. A Complete Love 7/13/2014
52. A Complete Vision 8/4/2013
53. A Concelebration 6/22/2014
54. A Couple 2/9/2014
55. A Couple Dancing 10/4/2013
56. A Cowboy's Desolate Spirit 2/11/2014
57. A Customer's Farm 11/19/2013
58. A Dark Image 9/26/2013
59. A Darkened Beauty 10/21/2014
60. A Daughter's Beauty 12/8/2013
61. A Day In Time 2/7/2014
62. A Dedicated Friend 12/8/2013
63. A Deep Dream 1/22/2014
64. A Deep Emptiness 3/10/2013
65. A Deep Knowing Inside 10/31/2014
66. A Deepening Silence 2/23/2014
67. A Desert Imagination 11/24/2014
68. A Desert Oasis 7/29/2014
69. A Desert Of My Own Making 3/17/2013
70. A Desert Vision 1/4/2014
71. A Destruction 8/27/2013
72. A Developing Mind 11/27/2014
73. A Difficult Life 10/11/2014
74. A Disagreement 10/31/2014
75. A Diverse Game 10/2/2013
76. A Doctor Outside The Box 10/23/2013
77. A Doctor's Greed 3/20/2013
78. A Drive 7/5/2014
79. A Drought 10/27/2013
80. A Drum's Essence 1/4/2014
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 ...

Read the full of Life's Black Curtains

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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