RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 145,785 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Love Is Not - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Love is not.

It is the truth of all ages.

There was never any love in this world,
only the imagining of it in each person's mind.

Everyone claimed to have felt love consume their
hearts with fire.

It was all a lie - they had no desire to find out
the hidden truths inside.

Where can love fit in their tempestuous lives?

How would it have fit in with their bodily, lustful,
unmeaningful desires?

No. Love is not.

There has never been love in this world, we have no
room for it - we keep selfishly unto ourselves -
never letting anyone get close enough to see that
we are only empty shells.

Putting a hand, cupped, to our ears, we hear not the
ocean's roar, only stinginess and greed.

There is no way for anyone to reach out and grasp
life peacefully - it is always snatched close, in
tightfisted hands, belying rights of others - throwing
them - burying them - in shifting sands.

Yes. Love is not.

That is the truth of all ages.

We only imagine ourselves - our world - in love.

But, we are not.

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Comments about Love Is Not by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

  • Bri Edwards (6/15/2018 8:24:00 PM)


    P.S. good/god luck handling upcoming (and past) health 'problems'. AND enjoy your next trip to India. bri :) (Report) Reply

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  • Bri Edwards (6/15/2018 8:22:00 PM)


    (cont.) ...AND, if i remember, and ever have a (usually-monthly) showcase of PH poets, as i've had the last few years, AND devote it to 'love poems', i hope i remember to include this one: the other side of the coin, so-to-speak. nice one, Rose Ann. (also answers to RoseAnn & maybe even Roseann?) . bri ;) (Report) Reply

  • Bri Edwards (6/15/2018 8:21:00 PM)


    (cont.) ...AND, of course, i use LOVE, sometimes, when i say ice cream and pizza, especially when it is 2 for 1 at the grocery store/pizza joint! ! ! and birds! ! i 'love' birds, even bird turds. well....maybe not turds (so) much.

    and, though i have trouble believing Rose Ann really thinks the way she speaks (2013? maybe she was depressed?) , i really ENJOYED reading the poem and am sending it to MyPoemList. (cont.) ...
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  • Bri Edwards (6/15/2018 8:21:00 PM)


    great lines: Putting a hand, cupped, to our ears, we hear not the
    ocean's roar, only stinginess and greed.
    i DON'T like the confines of the word love; i also don't care (much) for 'love poems', BUT I HAVE felt 'comfortable' using the word many, many times, for a VERY LIMITED # of people (daughter and wives [all four at first; one at a time] and Mom and maybe a few 'girlfriends' or wish-they-were-girlfriends/wives. (cont.) ...
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 24, 2014


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