RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 74,040 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

121. A Glimpse Of Love 5/28/2014
122. A Gondola 10/4/2013
123. A Good Kid 8/4/2015
124. A Good Moment 1/19/2014
125. A Good Morning Poem 4/23/2014
126. A Granddaughter's Swim Meet 12/16/2013
127. A Hand-Held Poem 11/9/2013
128. A Happy Song 7/29/2014
129. A Healthy Sadness 4/24/2014
130. A Heart Of Joy 11/3/2014
131. A Heart Of Loss 12/29/2013
132. A Heart's Belongings 2/15/2014
133. A Heart's Eyes 2/15/2014
134. A Heavy Sadness 10/27/2013
135. A Hidden Angry 10/24/2014
136. A Highlight In Life 7/30/2013
137. A Humbled Road 2/9/2013
138. A Hummingbird 1/4/2014
139. A Joyous Past 10/12/2014
140. A Just Cause 4/3/2014
141. A Kind Priest 2/25/2014
142. A Knowing Sensation 7/1/2014
143. A Language Of My Own 9/25/2013
144. A Lasting Moment 10/1/2014
145. A Lasting Psalm 12/21/2014
146. A Lasting Rhythm 7/13/2014
147. A Lasting Tribute 1/2/2014
148. A Leave 5/3/2014
149. A Lengthy Rhythm 10/11/2013
150. A Life Rests 2/8/2013
151. A Life's Battle 1/7/2014
152. A Lightened Future 12/26/2013
153. A Limerick 5/13/2014
154. A Little Boy 2/9/2014
155. A Little Bronx In Arizona 8/20/2013
156. A Little Hope 3/1/2014
157. A Little Life 2/9/2013
158. A Little Poetical Mind 12/8/2013
159. A Little Risk 3/16/2013
160. A Little Sharp 1/16/2014
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 ...

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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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