RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 123,217 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

5081. Journey Without Me 12/4/2013
5082. Seasons Of Belonging 12/4/2013
5083. Developing Acts 12/4/2013
5084. Liquid Imagination 12/4/2013
5085. Betty 12/4/2013
5086. Instincts Opening 12/4/2013
5087. Triangulating Sonatas 12/4/2013
5088. Intense Rhythms 12/4/2013
5089. Rinsing Souls 12/4/2013
5090. Endings Of Life 12/4/2013
5091. Colorful Tears 12/4/2013
5092. Engineering Inspiration 12/4/2013
5093. Silent Wakes 12/4/2013
5094. Adverse Talent 12/4/2013
5095. Balancing On Edges 12/4/2013
5096. Extreme Visions 12/4/2013
5097. Creative Literature 12/4/2013
5098. Lengthening Feelings 12/4/2013
5099. Listening To Repertoires 12/4/2013
5100. Poetical Diversity 12/4/2013
5101. Focused Maturity 12/4/2013
5102. Intellectual Voices 12/4/2013
5103. Collection Of Talent 12/4/2013
5104. Coded Symbols 12/4/2013
5105. Tormenting Spirals 12/4/2013
5106. Proud Of Family 12/4/2013
5107. Mysterious Pathways 12/4/2013
5108. Filtering Experiences 12/4/2013
5109. Cold Touch Of Fear 12/4/2013
5110. Wanting To Write 12/4/2013
5111. Aptitude Of Intensity 12/5/2013
5112. Intense Focus 12/5/2013
5113. Clinging To Visions 12/4/2013
5114. Classical Soul 12/4/2013
5115. Nervous Emotions 12/4/2013
5116. Mazes Of Technique 12/5/2013
5117. Focus Of Intensity 12/5/2013
5118. Empty Philosophy 12/5/2013
5119. A Total Emptiness 12/5/2013
5120. Unconcise Patterns 12/4/2013
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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