RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

81. Waves Of Desperation 2/8/2013
82. Pressures Of The Past 2/8/2013
83. Empty Beauty 2/8/2013
84. Life Is Bittersweet 2/8/2013
85. Embracing Fears 2/8/2013
86. Apart From The World 2/8/2013
87. Silence Of Death 2/8/2013
88. Little Child 2/8/2013
89. Temporary Nature 2/8/2013
90. Philosophy Of Quiet Renderings 2/8/2013
91. Traveling In Circles 2/8/2013
92. Touching Our Souls 2/8/2013
93. Faith Questioning 2/8/2013
94. A Life Rests 2/8/2013
95. An Instrument 2/8/2013
96. Allowing God To Be 2/8/2013
97. Tranquil Depths 2/8/2013
98. Widening Horizon 2/8/2013
99. Staring Tears 2/8/2013
100. Soothing Horizon 2/8/2013
101. Life Thoughts 2/8/2013
102. Expectant Promise 2/8/2013
103. Gift Of Self 2/8/2013
104. Tranquil Waves 2/8/2013
105. Pulling Faith 2/8/2013
106. Present Of Life 2/8/2013
107. Life's Design 2/8/2013
108. Beginnngs 2/9/2013
109. Valuable Lessons 2/9/2013
110. Silent Beings 2/9/2013
111. Wasted Lives 2/9/2013
112. Empty Paths 2/9/2013
113. A Humbled Road 2/9/2013
114. Farthest Shore 2/9/2013
115. Crushing Anger 2/9/2013
116. Finality Of Life 2/9/2013
117. Crystal Mirror 2/9/2013
118. Black Despair 2/9/2013
119. Scratching Life 2/9/2013
120. Horse Shoe Cafe 2/9/2013
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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