RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 40,789 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

16641. Yesterday's Sun 2/8/2014
16642. Yesterday's Sunsets 12/26/2013
16643. Yesterday's Tickets 12/16/2013
16644. Yesterday's Times 6/2/2014
16645. Yesterday's Tomorrow 2/18/2014
16646. Yesterday's Tomorrows 4/9/2013
16647. Yesterday's Trails 10/5/2013
16648. Yesterday's Trials 12/13/2013
16649. Yesterday's Visions 2/1/2013
16650. Yesterday's Wonder 10/21/2014
16651. Yesterday's Youth 12/11/2013
16652. Yesteryear 1/15/2014
16653. Yielding To Self 9/30/2014
16654. Yodeling Cowboy 10/5/2013
16655. You And I Are Mine 10/11/2014
16656. You Have Taken My Heart 8/10/2015
16657. Young At Heart 3/16/2013
16658. Young Grown-Up 6/22/2014
16659. Young Memories 5/3/2014
16660. Young Ones 10/2/2013
16661. Young Voices 12/21/2014
16662. Younger Essence 4/7/2013
16663. Younger Fantasies 3/28/2014
16664. Younger Son 4/30/2014
16665. Younger Version Of Self 5/7/2015
16666. Youngest Granddaughter 10/23/2013
16667. Your Answering Reply -new- 8/20/2015
16668. Your Eyes Only 2/16/2014
16669. Your Love Is In My Heart 8/2/2015
16670. Your Whisper 8/2/2015
16671. Youthful Clay Minds 4/6/2014
16672. Zombie Night 4/9/2013
16673. Zones Of An Interior Mind 6/29/2015
16674. 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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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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