RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

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1741.
Howling Isolation

Howling like the wind, isolation of abandonment
stirs within me.
Taking away my livelihood and essence, leaving
me in an ocean of loneliness too large to exit
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1742.
Reason And Purpose

Mind strumming the guitar of my heart, placing me in hallways of yesterday's rhythms, giving all the pain I've felt through the years, words to process it and heal me.
Throughout the universe I've traveled in aisles of my mind, strumming the pain held inside through all these years.
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1743.
Mysterious Triangles

Dividing moments, trying to make them last longer into the night.
Wandering on pathways, keeping hidden in shadows of evening, not wishing to be found by daylight beams of sunlight.
Forking over an insistent persuasion, trying not to part with
inner particles of lasting friendship.
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1744.
Mind's Bookends

Bookends in my mind,
holding together memories
through the years of life I have lived.
Sauntering along products of imagination,
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1745.
Stories Of Broken Hearts

Quickened steps, running away from life,
expecting the world to stop and throw me
off.
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1746.
Raising The Bar

Rolling smoothly off her tongue, words flew beautifully in rhythmic harmony.
A stillness penetrating interior peace, taking it to new heights in this life.
Taunting periods of suffering to come join the circle of light emanating from compassion and caring of others.
Raising the bar of an all-time beauty set in musical tones and calmly bringing one forth into the illuminated destiny of fate's favorite child.
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1747.
Stretching My Mind

Stretching my mind in the company of seniors, soliciting nothing of importance, just small conversation and a little bit of rhythm to settle my mind amid all the confusion that's taking away my concentration for moments in time.
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1748.
Interior Catacombs

Alone in a hallway, leading to interior catacombs,
searching for early writings of heaven and God.
Looking through each cell along the way, feeling
the intimate atmosphere of the past, crowding
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1749.
Inner Turmoil

Covert ideas swim around on oceans of inner turmoil,
awakening threads of existence.

Placing no undue stress on levels of competence, but
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1750.
Tearful Reminders

Sorrow is reminded
of it's tears while
thinking of loved
one's lives now gone.
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