RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 123,537 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

8921. Songs Of Blue 3/1/2014
8922. Deep Abysses 3/1/2014
8923. Solo Feats 3/1/2014
8924. Roping Thoughts 3/1/2014
8925. Pyramids 3/1/2014
8926. Sleepy Poetry 3/1/2014
8927. Awkward Spaces 3/1/2014
8928. Unchained Life 3/1/2014
8929. Divine Rights 3/1/2014
8930. Nighttime Drum 3/1/2014
8931. Winter Storm 3/1/2014
8932. Pages Of Deduction 3/1/2014
8933. Gentle Winds 3/1/2014
8934. Gifted Friends 3/1/2014
8935. A Little Hope 3/1/2014
8936. Vacant Space 3/1/2014
8937. Future Peace 3/1/2014
8938. Vibrant Feeling 3/1/2014
8939. Rearranging Puzzles 3/1/2014
8940. Seconds Of Thought 3/2/2014
8941. Escape Within Thoughts 3/2/2014
8942. Eating Out With Family 3/2/2014
8943. Light Fading 3/2/2014
8944. Attention Getting 3/2/2014
8945. Burger King, Still 3/2/2014
8946. Turning From Worldly Plains 3/2/2014
8947. Proclaiming Nature 3/2/2014
8948. Winds Of Fate 3/2/2014
8949. Playing Games 3/2/2014
8950. New Experiences 3/2/2014
8951. Watching The World 3/2/2014
8952. Drifting 3/2/2014
8953. Poet's Mind 3/2/2014
8954. Peace - Filled Mountains 3/2/2014
8955. Sangini's 3/2/2014
8956. Serene Evening 3/2/2014
8957. Horizon's Destination 3/2/2014
8958. Catching Hearts 3/1/2014
8959. Researching Feelings 3/1/2014
8960. Tangled Gardens 3/1/2014
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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