RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 75,130 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

18481. Yesterday's Visions 2/1/2013
18482. Yesterday's Wholesome Beliefs 9/18/2015
18483. Yesterday's Wonder 10/21/2014
18484. Yesterday's Youth 12/11/2013
18485. Yesteryear 1/15/2014
18486. Yielding To Self 9/30/2014
18487. Yodeling Cowboy 10/5/2013
18488. You And I Are Mine 10/11/2014
18489. You Are My Life, My Love 12/7/2015
18490. You Have Taken My Heart 8/10/2015
18491. Young At Heart 3/16/2013
18492. Young Grown-Up 6/22/2014
18493. Young Memories 5/3/2014
18494. Young Ones 10/2/2013
18495. Young Voices 12/21/2014
18496. Younger Essence 4/7/2013
18497. Younger Fantasies 3/28/2014
18498. Younger Son 4/30/2014
18499. Younger Version Of Self 5/7/2015
18500. Youngest Granddaughter 10/23/2013
18501. Your Answering Reply 8/20/2015
18502. Your Day Has Come 1/10/2016
18503. Your Deep And Abiding Love 12/8/2015
18504. Your Eyes Only 2/16/2014
18505. Your Inner Love -new- 1/31/2016
18506. Your Intense Love 10/12/2015
18507. Your Intensity 9/18/2015
18508. Your Jewelry Box 12/31/2015
18509. Your Love Is In My Heart 8/2/2015
18510. Your Soul's Song Of Love 12/31/2015
18511. Your Whisper 8/2/2015
18512. Youthful Clay Minds 4/6/2014
18513. Zombie Night 4/9/2013
18514. Zones Of An Interior Mind 6/29/2015
18515. Zones Of Pleasure 9/19/2014
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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