RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

5001. English Precision 12/3/2013
5002. Tones Of Memories 12/3/2013
5003. Breaking Innocent Souls Of Children 12/3/2013
5004. Explanations Of Life's Mysteries 12/3/2013
5005. A Quiet Dignity 12/3/2013
5006. Modes Of Thinking 12/3/2013
5007. Twisting Etudes 12/3/2013
5008. Poetical Exercises 12/3/2013
5009. Prior Evenings 12/3/2013
5010. Finishing Wisdom 12/3/2013
5011. Atoms Of Anatomy 12/3/2013
5012. Nature's Graces 12/3/2013
5013. Western Realms 12/3/2013
5014. Alongside Mirrors 12/1/2013
5015. Coercive Situations 12/2/2013
5016. Childhood Cradle 12/1/2013
5017. Moments Of Tears 12/1/2013
5018. Answering His Call 12/3/2013
5019. Perfect Timing 12/3/2013
5020. Contemplating Interior Designs 12/3/2013
5021. Inner Lonely Desert Island 12/3/2013
5022. Interior Pillow Dreams 12/3/2013
5023. Pushing Music 12/3/2013
5024. Tomorrow's Promise 12/3/2013
5025. Roses Of Music 12/3/2013
5026. Excursion Of Learning 12/3/2013
5027. Igniting Fires Of Imagination 12/3/2013
5028. Moral Majority 12/3/2013
5029. Scores Of Music 12/3/2013
5030. A Smiling Mind 12/3/2013
5031. Entertaining Mind 12/3/2013
5032. Unanticipated Desires 12/3/2013
5033. Silent Images Talking 12/3/2013
5034. Melodies Charging 12/3/2013
5035. Sorrow Aside 12/3/2013
5036. Beyond Ordinary Sight 12/3/2013
5037. Avenue Searching 12/3/2013
5038. Feeling Concepts 12/3/2013
5039. Becoming My Fate 12/3/2013
5040. Insistent Faith 12/3/2013
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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Mom? Mom?

Mom? Mom?
I am calling you from the very depths of my soul - my being.
Death won't let you answer and I can feel it's icy chill come
down upon me.
Wanting to hear your voice, to see your eyes, to hear you
laugh - nothing happens and your silence continues to begin.
It is unbearable - the sadness, pain and deep emptiness pull
me down into the blackest despair.
There is no one I can turn to, as slowly, I turn over and die

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