RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 126,806 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

22281. Opposite Worlds 10/30/2014
22282. Energetically Gathering Thoughts 3/5/2015
22283. A Backdrop Of Life 8/28/2013
22284. At The Mercy Of A Bus Driver In The City 2/13/2013
22285. A Parallel Universe 9/23/2013
22286. Special Atmosphere Of Friendship 9/20/2015
22287. Compensating 5/17/2016
22288. This Soul's Serenity 10/29/2014
22289. Nature's Lessons 1/23/2015
22290. A Bursting Heart 8/25/2013
22291. Nurtured In Lines Of Verses 3/5/2015
22292. Mysterious Symbolism 2/26/2015
22293. Self - Discovery 11/11/2014
22294. Love Never Realized 6/4/2014
22295. Picking Up Pieces 9/13/2015
22296. Increasing Power 2/10/2015
22297. No Answers To Love 12/27/2014
22298. Crystal Gathering 8/20/2013
22299. A Blink Of The Mind 1/9/2014
22300. Simple Horizons 5/7/2014
22301. '63 Chevy Impala 10/5/2013
22302. Serenity's Mind 8/20/2013
22303. A Brokenness Inside 3/7/2013
22304. 43rd President Of America 3/2/2014
22305. Mind Of Life 8/20/2013
22306. Compassion Of Wisdom 5/14/2014
22307. Assembling Particles 8/20/2013
22308. Reality Of Both Lives 8/20/2013
22309. Descriptive Poem 2/13/2013
22310. A Blessing From God 4/1/2013
22311. Insight 11/24/2013
22312. Men! ! ! ! 8/6/2014
22313. Winter Cold 8/20/2013
22314. Life's Black Curtains 4/25/2014
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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