RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

8801. Continue Writing 3/1/2014
8802. Italian Sentiments 3/1/2014
8803. Unspoken Doom 3/1/2014
8804. Illusive Dreams 3/1/2014
8805. Silent Breeze 3/1/2014
8806. Dreams Of Finality 3/1/2014
8807. Ingrown Thought 3/1/2014
8808. Watching Nature Awaken 3/1/2014
8809. Finding Beauty 3/6/2014
8810. Filling An Empty Space 3/6/2014
8811. Billowing Clouds 3/6/2014
8812. Mind Drinking 3/6/2014
8813. Writing An Ending 3/6/2014
8814. Playfulness Of Spirit 3/6/2014
8815. Loving Both Lives 3/6/2014
8816. Culminating In History 3/6/2014
8817. Diminished By Time 3/6/2014
8818. Rewarding Intellect 3/6/2014
8819. Entering Realms Of Love 3/6/2014
8820. Conversation Pieces 3/6/2014
8821. Method Of Happiness 3/6/2014
8822. Life Unburdened 3/7/2014
8823. Natural Life 3/7/2014
8824. Willow Trees 3/7/2014
8825. Colorful Inner Beauty 3/7/2014
8826. Printed Word 3/6/2014
8827. Musical Foundations 2/28/2014
8828. Daedal Issues 2/28/2014
8829. Interior Beginnings 3/1/2014
8830. Windows Of Sadness 2/28/2014
8831. Timeless Disposal 2/28/2014
8832. Shaping Your Life 3/7/2014
8833. Laughlin 3/2/2014
8834. Lapses Of Reality 3/3/2014
8835. Gathering All Thought 3/3/2014
8836. Body Of Fire 3/3/2014
8837. Separate Routes 3/3/2014
8838. Melodies Of Honesty 3/3/2014
8839. Cockpit Of Imaginatioin 3/3/2014
8840. Mirrored Images 3/2/2014
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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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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