RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 123,217 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

201. Monumental Traces 2/10/2013
202. Watching Circles Gather 2/7/2013
203. Reflective Being 2/7/2013
204. Quiet Evenings 2/7/2013
205. Western Embrace 2/7/2013
206. Vases Of Time 2/8/2013
207. Longing Tempos 2/8/2013
208. Poetry Blossoming Within 2/10/2013
209. Enhanced By Nature 2/10/2013
210. Light Penetrates The Barriers 2/10/2013
211. Creating Rhymes 2/10/2013
212. Musical Destiny 2/10/2013
213. Poetical Talents 2/10/2013
214. A Poet's World 2/11/2013
215. Changings 2/11/2013
216. Contemplative Art 2/11/2013
217. Great Men 2/11/2013
218. American - September 11,2001 2/11/2013
219. Choice 2/11/2013
220. City Pushing 2/11/2013
221. Talking Hesitantly 2/11/2013
222. Educational Limits 2/11/2013
223. Silent Vow 2/11/2013
224. Collecting Heartaches 2/11/2013
225. Patient's View 2/11/2013
226. Tempting Gimmicks 2/11/2013
227. Child's World 2/11/2013
228. Understanding Attention 2/11/2013
229. Stroke Of A Pen 2/11/2013
230. Stepping To Rhythm 2/11/2013
231. Doctor's Office 2/11/2013
232. State Of Mind 2/11/2013
233. Playing Within 2/11/2013
234. Silent Recognition 2/11/2013
235. Someone Insists 2/11/2013
236. Stars 2/11/2013
237. Whispered Awe 2/11/2013
238. Watching Trees Grow 2/11/2013
239. Essence Of Being 2/11/2013
240. Patterns 2/11/2013
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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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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