RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 129,729 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

7041. Hopeful Sunshine 1/15/2014
7042. Glaciers Of Sorrow 1/15/2014
7043. Flashing Emptiness 1/16/2014
7044. Anchoring 1/16/2014
7045. Heredity's Sorrow 1/16/2014
7046. Left-Over Images 1/16/2014
7047. Angles Of Prose 1/16/2014
7048. Life Rehearsals 1/16/2014
7049. Riding Waves Of Ageless Oceans 1/16/2014
7050. Rhythmic Senses 1/16/2014
7051. Levels Of Intelligence 1/16/2014
7052. Conscious Memories 1/16/2014
7053. Memorizing Etudes 1/16/2014
7054. Boardwalk Of Yesterday 1/16/2014
7055. Novel Directions 1/16/2014
7056. Circumference Of Musical Ability 1/16/2014
7057. Mind Strings 1/16/2014
7058. Didactic Encounters 1/16/2014
7059. Tomorrow's Corners 1/16/2014
7060. Memorial Moments 1/16/2014
7061. Tomorrow's Achievement 1/16/2014
7062. Subconscious Sands 1/16/2014
7063. Continuous Journeys 1/16/2014
7064. Universe Of Writing 1/16/2014
7065. Vinyl Recordings 1/16/2014
7066. Instruments Of Talent 1/16/2014
7067. Square Realms 1/16/2014
7068. Verbally Thinking 1/16/2014
7069. Always On Front Porches 1/16/2014
7070. Pointing Cacti 1/15/2014
7071. Growth Of Sunrise 1/15/2014
7072. Love's Expression 1/15/2014
7073. Death's Struggle 1/15/2014
7074. Touching Mountains 1/15/2014
7075. Night Shadows 1/15/2014
7076. Grains Of Thought 1/16/2014
7077. Sorrow's Journey 1/16/2014
7078. Gardens Of Thought 1/16/2014
7079. Clouds Of Reminiscence 1/16/2014
7080. Laces Of Thought 1/16/2014
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 ...

Read the full of Life's Black Curtains

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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