RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 18,050 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

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

Creativeness being innate, following patterns of brain
waves and interior designs created before I was born.

Tell-tale signs of imminent sadness touching this heart
with it's tears, letting me feel the beauty of it's former
memories stored within.

Splendid and sensuous emotions, dwelling deeply in my heart,
having a way to be expressed through writing of poetry.

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