RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

761. Becoming Ourselves 2/27/2013
762. Being Unknown 2/27/2013
763. Outer Spaces 2/27/2013
764. Papiermache Self 2/27/2013
765. A Whole Lifetime 2/27/2013
766. Silence Of Music 2/27/2013
767. Kountry Western 2/27/2013
768. Notes Of Life 2/27/2013
769. Moonbeam's Emptiness 2/28/2013
770. A Reason For Death 2/28/2013
771. Emotional Puzzles 3/2/2013
772. Wings Of Steel 3/2/2013
773. Creative Wines 3/2/2013
774. Without Regrets 3/2/2013
775. Allow Freedom Of The Soul 3/4/2013
776. Toys Of Introspection 3/4/2013
777. Return Of Meaning 3/3/2013
778. Awe Inspiring 3/4/2013
779. Centered 3/4/2013
780. Life Dangles 3/4/2013
781. Factors Of Prose 3/4/2013
782. Avenues Of Darkness 3/4/2013
783. Saddened Landscapes 3/3/2013
784. Preserving Thought 3/4/2013
785. Sliding Poetry 3/4/2013
786. Spontaneous Motives 3/4/2013
787. Universal Rhyming 3/4/2013
788. Positions Of Individuality 3/7/2013
789. Thankful 3/7/2013
790. Building Self 3/7/2013
791. Sorrow's Pain 3/7/2013
792. Beginning Silence 3/7/2013
793. Questioning Minds 3/7/2013
794. Competition 3/7/2013
795. Relaxing Freedom 3/7/2013
796. Levels Of Forgiveness 3/7/2013
797. Mid-Life 3/7/2013
798. Petals Of A Mind 3/7/2013
799. Irony Of Life 3/7/2013
800. Rude Yearnings 3/7/2013
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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