RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

521. Acceptance 2/12/2013
522. Lessons Of Life 2/12/2013
523. Unawakened Subconscious 2/12/2013
524. Knowing Love 2/12/2013
525. Love Dying 2/12/2013
526. Standing Tall 2/12/2013
527. Subconscious Pain 2/12/2013
528. Police Person 2/12/2013
529. Difference 2/13/2013
530. Incommodity 2/13/2013
531. Hour Of Life 2/13/2013
532. Dependent People 2/13/2013
533. Mom 2/13/2013
534. Interior Color 2/13/2013
535. Only Lonely 2/13/2013
536. Choices 2/13/2013
537. Nature's Scent 2/13/2013
538. Once Upon A Playground 2/13/2013
539. Moment Of Living 2/13/2013
540. Back Yard Mechanic 2/13/2013
541. Our Freedom 2/13/2013
542. Puddles 2/13/2013
543. Friends 2/13/2013
544. Glimmers Of Sunrise 2/13/2013
545. Cumbrous Feelings 2/13/2013
546. An Inner Glance 2/13/2013
547. Unremembered 2/14/2013
548. Blackness 2/14/2013
549. Seats Of Safety 2/14/2013
550. Beyond Years 2/14/2013
551. Inert Chaos 2/14/2013
552. Windows Of Eyes 2/14/2013
553. Aimlessly Wandering 2/14/2013
554. Tangled Memories 2/14/2013
555. Tracing Backwards 2/14/2013
556. Brooding 2/14/2013
557. Candle Of Prayer 2/14/2013
558. Holiness Of Self 2/14/2013
559. Beyond Shadows 2/14/2013
560. Vacantly Visiting 2/14/2013
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 ...

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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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