RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 96,111 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

121. A Gift Of Life 10/17/2014
122. A Glimpse Of Love 5/28/2014
123. A Gondola 10/4/2013
124. A Good Kid 8/4/2015
125. A Good Moment 1/19/2014
126. A Good Morning Poem 4/23/2014
127. A Granddaughter's Swim Meet 12/16/2013
128. A Hand-Held Poem 11/9/2013
129. A Happy Song 7/29/2014
130. A Healthy Sadness 4/24/2014
131. A Heart Of Joy 11/3/2014
132. A Heart Of Loss 12/29/2013
133. A Heart's Belongings 2/15/2014
134. A Heart's Eyes 2/15/2014
135. A Heavy Sadness 10/27/2013
136. A Hidden Angry 10/24/2014
137. A Highlight In Life 7/30/2013
138. A Humbled Road 2/9/2013
139. A Hummingbird 1/4/2014
140. A Joyous Past 10/12/2014
141. A Just Cause 4/3/2014
142. A Kind Priest 2/25/2014
143. A Knowing Sensation 7/1/2014
144. A Language Of My Own 9/25/2013
145. A Lasting Moment 10/1/2014
146. A Lasting Psalm 12/21/2014
147. A Lasting Rhythm 7/13/2014
148. A Lasting Tribute 1/2/2014
149. A Leave 5/3/2014
150. A Lengthy Rhythm 10/11/2013
151. A Life Rests 2/8/2013
152. A Life's Battle 1/7/2014
153. A Lightened Future 12/26/2013
154. A Limerick 5/13/2014
155. A Little Boy 2/9/2014
156. A Little Bronx In Arizona 8/20/2013
157. A Little Hope 3/1/2014
158. A Little Life 2/9/2013
159. A Little Poetical Mind 12/8/2013
160. A Little Risk 3/16/2013
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 ...

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Knocking Upon Doors

Sensuous and intense drums beating, touching rhythms
of my heart quietly, yet steadily racing into dusk,
watching as shadows peek in and out of the darkness.

Exposing innermost corners of my mind, knocking upon
doors of this poet's intellect, taking me away into
depths of South India.

There I find myself intrigued and pleasantly surprised

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