RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 75,500 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

161. A Little Sharp 1/16/2014
162. A Little Space 9/22/2013
163. A Living Grave 11/5/2013
164. A Living Painting 1/23/2014
165. A Local T.V. Celebrity 12/31/2013
166. A Lone Soul 4/18/2014
167. A Lonely Alcoholic 5/29/2014
168. A Lonely Journey 4/4/2014
169. A Lonely Love 2/1/2015
170. A Lonely Soul 5/9/2014
171. A Lonely Walkway 1/19/2014
172. A Long Way 10/21/2014
173. A Longing To Fly 9/24/2014
174. A Losing Battle 10/11/2014
175. A Lost Happiness 1/26/2014
176. A Lost Soul 6/13/2014
177. A Loving Friend 6/21/2014
178. A Loving Touch 12/8/2014
179. A Lullabye 10/1/2013
180. A Maintenance Worker 4/15/2013
181. A Major Typhoon 1/19/2014
182. A Marble Heart 9/30/2014
183. A Materialistic World 7/15/2014
184. A Meaning Tapestry 2/8/2014
185. A Memorable Friend 12/5/2013
186. A Mere Poet 3/3/2013
187. A Mere Poet's Life 11/19/2014
188. A Mesquite Tree 1/9/2014
189. A Mind Of Creative Travel 2/19/2013
190. A Mind Of Yesterday 2/23/2014
191. A Mind Piano 9/26/2013
192. A Mind's Bidding 12/10/2014
193. A Mind's Island 12/8/2013
194. A Mind's Life 2/15/2014
195. A Mind's Photo Book 2/20/2013
196. A Mind's Playpen 3/2/2013
197. A Mind's Wanderlust 3/18/2013
198. A Mire Of Sadness 8/27/2013
199. A Misconception 4/17/2014
200. A Misty Concentration 8/25/2013
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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Death Shadow

When I'm gone beyond this mortal world, what type
of shadow will I leave behind?
Will it be agile and funny with a sense of humor?
Or will it be dark and serious like death itself?
Maybe it will be clearly defined, not stringent or declining.
What type of shadow will I leave imprinted in minds of
those I leave behind?
Hopefully it will bring a smile to other's lips when they
think of me on quiet reminiscent evenings.

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