RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 123,027 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

9241. Dream - Thinking 3/16/2014
9242. Silhouette 3/17/2014
9243. Frightening Images 3/17/2014
9244. Puzzles Of The Past 3/17/2014
9245. Sandwiched Life 3/17/2014
9246. Subliminal Reality 3/17/2014
9247. Pages Of Life 3/17/2014
9248. Broken Life 3/17/2014
9249. Unlocking Memories 3/17/2014
9250. Forging Pathways 3/17/2014
9251. Letting Go Of Earthly Things 3/17/2014
9252. Gentle Whispers 3/17/2014
9253. Fireworks 3/17/2014
9254. Timid Nature 3/18/2014
9255. Flavor Of Clouds 3/18/2014
9256. Images Holding Me 3/18/2014
9257. Attempting Changes 3/17/2014
9258. Being Held Closely 3/18/2014
9259. Emotional Bonfire Raging 3/16/2014
9260. Progressive Insensitivity 3/16/2014
9261. Improvement 3/16/2014
9262. Unbroken Memories 3/16/2014
9263. Spiral Journey 3/15/2014
9264. Scholastically Perfunctionary 3/17/2014
9265. Better Percentages 3/17/2014
9266. Brotherly Love 3/17/2014
9267. Later In Life 3/17/2014
9268. Discordant Rhythms 3/17/2014
9269. Always Growing Gardens 3/17/2014
9270. Bitter End 3/17/2014
9271. Novel Orchestrations 3/17/2014
9272. Inner Nature 3/18/2014
9273. Unfolding Our Souls 3/18/2014
9274. In Memory Of Witt 3/18/2014
9275. Preying Evil 3/18/2014
9276. Brick Barriers 3/18/2014
9277. Awaiting Scents 3/15/2014
9278. Aging Memories 3/18/2014
9279. Minds Of People 3/15/2014
9280. Wandering Mind 3/18/2014
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 ...

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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