RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 17,626 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

81. Yearning Heart 7/27/2014
82. Yards Of Darkness 1/16/2014
83. Yanking And Pulling Memories 11/1/2013
84. Wrought - Iron Thoughts 3/10/2014
85. Wrong Solutions 5/30/2014
86. Written Silently 11/20/2014
87. Written Inconsolato 4/14/2013
88. Written For Posterity 4/17/2013
89. Written Fabrics 10/26/2013
90. Written Dream 3/4/2014
91. Written Codes 3/18/2013
92. Written Again 4/2/2015
93. Writing While Waiting 1/18/2014
94. Writing What I Mean 11/23/2014
95. Writing Uninterruptedly 2/12/2014
96. Writing To Rhythms 3/19/2014
97. Writing Thoughts 2/17/2013
98. Writing Tangent 9/30/2013
99. Writing Recluse 7/24/2014
100. Writing Poetically 4/21/2013
101. Writing Poetical Music 3/30/2013
102. Writing More 2/13/2013
103. Writing Life 2/12/2013
104. Writing Later 5/2/2014
105. Writing Jangled Nerves 3/12/2014
106. Writing Into Existence 9/19/2014
107. Writing Into Depths 9/30/2013
108. Writing Intellectually 12/5/2013
109. Writing In Thought 1/26/2014
110. Writing In Silence Of Music 1/13/2014
111. Writing In Silence 2/11/2014
112. Writing In My Sleep 12/27/2013
113. Writing In A Nail Parlor 3/30/2013
114. Writing Guise 10/10/2013
115. Writing Glimpses 10/7/2013
116. Writing Fulfills A Need 3/25/2014
117. Writing From Winterland 3/11/2015
118. Writing From Peace 1/27/2015
119. Writing Feelings 8/9/2013
120. Writing Factors 4/16/2013
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 ...

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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