RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

161. A Living Grave 11/5/2013
162. A Living Painting 1/23/2014
163. A Local T.V. Celebrity 12/31/2013
164. A Lone Soul 4/18/2014
165. A Lonely Alcoholic 5/29/2014
166. A Lonely Journey 4/4/2014
167. A Lonely Love 2/1/2015
168. A Lonely Soul 5/9/2014
169. A Lonely Walkway 1/19/2014
170. A Long Way 10/21/2014
171. A Longing To Fly 9/24/2014
172. A Losing Battle 10/11/2014
173. A Lost Happiness 1/26/2014
174. A Lost Soul 6/13/2014
175. A Loving Friend 6/21/2014
176. A Loving Touch 12/8/2014
177. A Lullabye 10/1/2013
178. A Maintenance Worker 4/15/2013
179. A Major Typhoon 1/19/2014
180. A Marble Heart 9/30/2014
181. A Materialistic World 7/15/2014
182. A Meaning Tapestry 2/8/2014
183. A Memorable Friend 12/5/2013
184. A Mere Poet 3/3/2013
185. A Mere Poet's Life 11/19/2014
186. A Mesquite Tree 1/9/2014
187. A Mind Of Creative Travel 2/19/2013
188. A Mind Of Yesterday 2/23/2014
189. A Mind Piano 9/26/2013
190. A Mind's Bidding 12/10/2014
191. A Mind's Island 12/8/2013
192. A Mind's Life 2/15/2014
193. A Mind's Photo Book 2/20/2013
194. A Mind's Playpen 3/2/2013
195. A Mind's Wanderlust 3/18/2013
196. A Mire Of Sadness 8/27/2013
197. A Misconception 4/17/2014
198. A Misty Concentration 8/25/2013
199. A Misty Curtain 9/24/2014
200. A Modern Version 1/18/2014
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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