RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

281. Picturesque Music 2/12/2013
282. Avenues Of Fantasy 2/12/2013
283. Thoughts From A Music Box 2/12/2013
284. Images 2/12/2013
285. Movement 2/12/2013
286. Creating Self 2/12/2013
287. Rainbow-Colored Ideas 2/12/2013
288. Writing Life 2/12/2013
289. Poetry In Chopin 2/12/2013
290. Infinite Creation 2/12/2013
291. Interior Solitude 2/12/2013
292. Books Of Life 2/12/2013
293. Accruing Wisdom 2/12/2013
294. Chords Of Being 2/12/2013
295. Like A Star 2/12/2013
296. Treasured Moments 2/12/2013
297. Noise 2/12/2013
298. Triangular Views 2/12/2013
299. A World Beyond 2/12/2013
300. Pages Of The Past 2/12/2013
301. Separate Pages 2/12/2013
302. Interior Barriers 2/12/2013
303. Acceptance 2/12/2013
304. Lessons Of Life 2/12/2013
305. Unawakened Subconscious 2/12/2013
306. Knowing Love 2/12/2013
307. Love Dying 2/12/2013
308. Standing Tall 2/12/2013
309. Subconscious Pain 2/12/2013
310. Police Person 2/12/2013
311. Difference 2/13/2013
312. Incommodity 2/13/2013
313. Hour Of Life 2/13/2013
314. Dependent People 2/13/2013
315. Mom 2/13/2013
316. Interior Color 2/13/2013
317. Only Lonely 2/13/2013
318. Choices 2/13/2013
319. Nature's Scent 2/13/2013
320. Once Upon A Playground 2/13/2013
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 ...

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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