RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 142,253 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

17321. Simple Formula 4/29/2016
17322. Spirit Flowing In India 4/29/2016
17323. Peaceful In India 4/29/2016
17324. Writing In Kolkata 4/29/2016
17325. Living In Memory 4/29/2016
17326. Spiritual Thoughts Inspired In India 4/29/2016
17327. What Once Was 4/29/2016
17328. Awaiting Moments 4/29/2016
17329. Blossoming Purpose 4/29/2016
17330. Blossoming Purpose Of Life 4/29/2016
17331. India's Music Touching My Soul 4/29/2016
17332. Freed From Existence In India 4/29/2016
17333. Nighttime Thoughts In Kolkata 4/29/2016
17334. Fascinating Depths 4/29/2016
17335. Young Boy Drumming In India 4/29/2016
17336. Solitary Treasures 4/29/2016
17337. Completing My Interior Life 4/29/2016
17338. Juggling Rhythms 4/29/2016
17339. Looking Around At Kolkata And Writing 4/29/2016
17340. Living In Awe Of Everything Through Indain Music 4/29/2016
17341. Becoming My Soul 4/29/2016
17342. Exploding Colors Of Rhythms 4/29/2016
17343. Impossible Dream 4/29/2016
17344. Never Forsaking My Poetical Life 4/29/2016
17345. Breeding Ground For Peace 4/29/2016
17346. Suffering Temptations 4/29/2016
17347. Free And Liberated State Of Mind 4/29/2016
17348. Enjoying Watching My Friend 4/29/2016
17349. Loving This Moment 4/29/2016
17350. Devastating Space Of Life 4/29/2016
17351. Fragments Of Another Time 4/29/2016
17352. Falling Under Your Spell 4/29/2016
17353. Forever Lost In Memories 4/29/2016
17354. Translating Attitudes Into Poetry 4/29/2016
17355. Restricted By Passivity 4/29/2016
17356. Only Have To Listen 4/29/2016
17357. Mystical, Magical Tones 4/30/2016
17358. Interior Storm 4/30/2016
17359. Miracle Of Life Being Given 4/30/2016
17360. Interior Sadness Being Built Upon 4/30/2016

Comments about RoseAnn V. Shawiak

  • Mark Adrian Adonay Mark Adrian Adonay (12/26/2013 10:06:00 PM)

    What a good poem, reminds me about the life, on how it ends.I want to be a friend of you..

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  • K.c. Ford K.c. Ford (12/5/2013 4:36:00 AM)

    Hi RoseAnn, thanks for your message.
    I'm very critical of my own poetry and it just bubbles over when I look at anothers poetry.
    Yep, I am odd, seem to see things from a different perception than the mainstreem.
    Read that you've been in a serious condition in hospital, just hope you're on the mend and now out and about and getting up peoples noses....Take care Kev

  • Sam Kim (10/25/2013 11:50:00 AM)

    You truly are a genius in writing short yet powerful poems. I enjoyed how your poems weren't always dealing with grave topics. A short everyday life poem. I think I found a gem

  • Vishal Sharma Vishal Sharma (8/13/2013 1:03:00 AM)

    you are the only poet since i joined here whom, being a female, has so lot of poems
    you are completely motivating one
    bowing my head

  • Vishal Sharma Vishal Sharma (8/13/2013 12:59:00 AM)

    you are the only poet since i joined here whom, being a female, has so lot of poems
    you are completely motivating one
    bowing my head

  • Scott Summers (6/4/2013 11:22:00 PM)

    This poet has the gift of insight and the further gift of expressing this in words that convey all parts of the understanding she reaches.

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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