RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 120,689 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

1. 13th Dimension 1/18/2017
2. 43rd President Of America 3/2/2014
3. '63 Chevy Impala 10/5/2013
4. A Baby Hurt 7/25/2014
5. A Back Corner 10/27/2013
6. A Backdrop Of Life 8/28/2013
7. A Beard 1/18/2015
8. A Beautiful Exercise 10/31/2013
9. A Beautiful Legacy 7/19/2013
10. A Being Of Silence 1/10/2014
11. A Bereaved Poet's Catacombs 10/10/2013
12. A Black Emptiness 9/9/2014
13. A Blackbird 5/27/2014
14. A Blanket 8/7/2013
15. A Blessed Event 7/21/2013
16. A Blessing From God 4/1/2013
17. A Blink Of The Mind 1/9/2014
18. A Blossoming Rose 12/27/2013
19. A Brightened Outlook 12/7/2014
20. A Brokenness Inside 3/7/2013
21. A Brother's Dilemma 2/27/2014
22. A Building Storm 10/21/2013
23. A Bursting Heart 8/25/2013
24. A Calmness Of Another Reality 10/6/2014
25. A Cameo Of Despair 8/11/2014
26. A Capsule Of Grief 3/7/2013
27. A Care Center? 8/19/2013
28. A Caring Friend 8/20/2013
29. A Celebration Of Life 10/11/2014
30. A Certain Beauty 8/21/2014
31. A Chest Of Memories 12/30/2013
32. A Child Being 7/8/2014
33. A Child Fishing 10/13/2014
34. A Child Once Said.... 2/9/2016
35. A Childish Whim 8/27/2013
36. A Child's Death 3/12/2013
37. A Child's Funeral 2/26/2013
38. A Child's Gifts 12/24/2013
39. A Child's Innocence 10/22/2013
40. A Child's Joy 4/14/2013
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 ...

Read the full of Life's Black Curtains

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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