RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 123,271 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

6961. Rebellious Poetry 1/14/2014
6962. Particles Of Time 1/14/2014
6963. Mom's Violets 1/14/2014
6964. Artistic Enjoyment 1/14/2014
6965. Medhi 1/14/2014
6966. Coinciding Destiny 1/14/2014
6967. Quiet Nature 1/14/2014
6968. Soul Changing 1/14/2014
6969. Thoughtful Attitude 1/14/2014
6970. Cognitive Abilities 1/14/2014
6971. Musical Plains 1/14/2014
6972. Dining Out 1/14/2014
6973. Silk And Satin Truths 1/14/2014
6974. Waking Moments 1/14/2014
6975. Spider Wisps 1/14/2014
6976. Special Meanings 1/14/2014
6977. Imagination's Creative Juices 1/14/2014
6978. In Memory 1/14/2014
6979. Battling Life 1/14/2014
6980. Stations In Life 1/15/2014
6981. Watching Rhythms 1/15/2014
6982. Enfolding Souls 1/15/2014
6983. Classical Tones 1/15/2014
6984. Defining Notes 1/15/2014
6985. Intellect's Eyes 1/15/2014
6986. Cryptic Patterns 1/15/2014
6987. Forgotten Dreams 1/15/2014
6988. Musical Hearts 1/15/2014
6989. Cymbals Of Regret 1/15/2014
6990. Radical Images 1/15/2014
6991. A Trance 1/15/2014
6992. Life's Reality 1/15/2014
6993. Highway Moods 1/15/2014
6994. Desert Soul 1/15/2014
6995. Desert Vistas 1/15/2014
6996. Sorrow's Hearth 1/15/2014
6997. Sun Patches 1/15/2014
6998. Remorseful Puddles 1/15/2014
6999. Cacti Visions 1/15/2014
7000. Mind Climbing 1/15/2014
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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