RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 41,979 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

121. A Gondola 10/4/2013
122. A Good Kid 8/4/2015
123. A Good Moment 1/19/2014
124. A Good Morning Poem 4/23/2014
125. A Granddaughter's Swim Meet 12/16/2013
126. A Hand-Held Poem 11/9/2013
127. A Happy Song 7/29/2014
128. A Healthy Sadness 4/24/2014
129. A Heart Of Joy 11/3/2014
130. A Heart Of Loss 12/29/2013
131. A Heart's Belongings 2/15/2014
132. A Heart's Eyes 2/15/2014
133. A Heavy Sadness 10/27/2013
134. A Hidden Angry 10/24/2014
135. A Highlight In Life 7/30/2013
136. A Humbled Road 2/9/2013
137. A Hummingbird 1/4/2014
138. A Joyous Past 10/12/2014
139. A Just Cause 4/3/2014
140. A Kind Priest 2/25/2014
141. A Knowing Sensation 7/1/2014
142. A Language Of My Own 9/25/2013
143. A Lasting Moment 10/1/2014
144. A Lasting Psalm 12/21/2014
145. A Lasting Rhythm 7/13/2014
146. A Lasting Tribute 1/2/2014
147. A Leave 5/3/2014
148. A Lengthy Rhythm 10/11/2013
149. A Life Rests 2/8/2013
150. A Life's Battle 1/7/2014
151. A Lightened Future 12/26/2013
152. A Limerick 5/13/2014
153. A Little Boy 2/9/2014
154. A Little Bronx In Arizona 8/20/2013
155. A Little Hope 3/1/2014
156. A Little Life 2/9/2013
157. A Little Poetical Mind 12/8/2013
158. A Little Risk 3/16/2013
159. A Little Sharp 1/16/2014
160. A Little Space 9/22/2013
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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