RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

8681. Artwork 3/1/2014
8682. Turntables 3/1/2014
8683. Lonely Visions 3/1/2014
8684. Tinactic Moods 3/1/2014
8685. Warding Off Negative Energy 2/26/2014
8686. Our Talented Nephew 2/28/2014
8687. Friday Milestones 3/1/2014
8688. Meeting Destinies 3/1/2014
8689. Escaping Clarity 3/1/2014
8690. Steel Burrs 3/1/2014
8691. Forms Of Time 3/1/2014
8692. Fields Of Sorrow 3/1/2014
8693. Splinters Of Sight 3/1/2014
8694. Traveling Spaces 3/1/2014
8695. Last Impulse 3/1/2014
8696. Lost In Arizona 3/1/2014
8697. Songs Of Blue 3/1/2014
8698. Deep Abysses 3/1/2014
8699. Solo Feats 3/1/2014
8700. Roping Thoughts 3/1/2014
8701. Pyramids 3/1/2014
8702. Sleepy Poetry 3/1/2014
8703. Awkward Spaces 3/1/2014
8704. Unchained Life 3/1/2014
8705. Divine Rights 3/1/2014
8706. Nighttime Drum 3/1/2014
8707. Winter Storm 3/1/2014
8708. Pages Of Deduction 3/1/2014
8709. Gentle Winds 3/1/2014
8710. Gifted Friends 3/1/2014
8711. A Little Hope 3/1/2014
8712. Vacant Space 3/1/2014
8713. Future Peace 3/1/2014
8714. Vibrant Feeling 3/1/2014
8715. Rearranging Puzzles 3/1/2014
8716. Seconds Of Thought 3/2/2014
8717. Escape Within Thoughts 3/2/2014
8718. Eating Out With Family 3/2/2014
8719. Light Fading 3/2/2014
8720. Attention Getting 3/2/2014
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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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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