RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

41. Artistic Imagination 2/1/2013
42. Easing Poetry 2/1/2013
43. Precise Moments 2/1/2013
44. Poetical Strength 2/1/2013
45. Life's Filter 2/1/2013
46. Mom's Heart 2/1/2013
47. Yesterday's Visions 2/1/2013
48. Music's Freedom 2/1/2013
49. Recognition Of Pastimes 2/1/2013
50. Discerning Freedom 2/1/2013
51. Fulfilling Emptiness 2/1/2013
52. Forgotten Times 2/1/2013
53. Valentine's Craze 2/1/2013
54. Imagination Of Education 2/1/2013
55. The Drop Of An Ocean 2/1/2013
56. Progress? 2/1/2013
57. Contemplative Mirrors 2/1/2013
58. Unmatterable Items 2/1/2013
59. Magic Touch 2/1/2013
60. Wisdom's Candles 2/1/2013
61. Eventual Peace 2/7/2013
62. Touching Nature 2/7/2013
63. Relating Tales 2/7/2013
64. Another World 2/7/2013
65. Signs In Life 2/7/2013
66. Puddle Of Loneliness 2/7/2013
67. Natural Silence 2/7/2013
68. Inborn Talents 2/7/2013
69. Artistic Environment 2/7/2013
70. Inner Words 2/7/2013
71. Life Dreams 2/7/2013
72. Creating Depression 2/8/2013
73. Explanation Of Lifetimes 2/8/2013
74. Lonesome Sands 2/8/2013
75. Journey Of Despair 2/8/2013
76. Traveling Alone 2/8/2013
77. Lost Hopes 2/8/2013
78. Silent Watching 2/8/2013
79. Reality Nothingness 2/8/2013
80. Universe Of Loneliness 2/8/2013
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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