RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

22041. Energetically Gathering Thoughts 3/5/2015
22042. At The Mercy Of A Bus Driver In The City 2/13/2013
22043. A Backdrop Of Life 8/28/2013
22044. A Parallel Universe 9/23/2013
22045. Special Atmosphere Of Friendship 9/20/2015
22046. Compensating 5/17/2016
22047. Nature's Lessons 1/23/2015
22048. A Bursting Heart 8/25/2013
22049. Nurtured In Lines Of Verses 3/5/2015
22050. Mysterious Symbolism 2/26/2015
22051. Self - Discovery 11/11/2014
22052. Love Never Realized 6/4/2014
22053. Picking Up Pieces 9/13/2015
22054. Increasing Power 2/10/2015
22055. No Answers To Love 12/27/2014
22056. Serenity's Mind 8/20/2013
22057. Crystal Gathering 8/20/2013
22058. A Blink Of The Mind 1/9/2014
22059. Simple Horizons 5/7/2014
22060. '63 Chevy Impala 10/5/2013
22061. A Brokenness Inside 3/7/2013
22062. 43rd President Of America 3/2/2014
22063. Mind Of Life 8/20/2013
22064. Compassion Of Wisdom 5/14/2014
22065. Assembling Particles 8/20/2013
22066. Reality Of Both Lives 8/20/2013
22067. Descriptive Poem 2/13/2013
22068. A Blessing From God 4/1/2013
22069. Insight 11/24/2013
22070. Men! ! ! ! 8/6/2014
22071. Winter Cold 8/20/2013
22072. Life's Black Curtains 4/25/2014
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 ...

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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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