RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 123,027 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

10921. Nature's Opera 7/23/2014
10922. Importance Of Nothing 7/23/2014
10923. Circumventing Trails 7/24/2014
10924. Deep Sadness 7/24/2014
10925. Watching Insight 7/24/2014
10926. Gently Moving 7/24/2014
10927. Plight Of Desire 7/24/2014
10928. Minutes Of Gentle Life 7/24/2014
10929. Soul In Turmoil 7/24/2014
10930. Smell Of Onions 7/24/2014
10931. Fields 7/24/2014
10932. Life-Giving Essence 7/24/2014
10933. Writing Recluse 7/24/2014
10934. Soundific Benefits 7/24/2014
10935. Questioning Poet 7/24/2014
10936. Inner Abilities 7/24/2014
10937. Rainbowing 7/24/2014
10938. Final Page 7/24/2014
10939. Blood Of Innocence 7/25/2014
10940. Thoughts Of Prose 7/25/2014
10941. A Baby Hurt 7/25/2014
10942. Inner Beauty Growing 7/25/2014
10943. Brewster's 7/25/2014
10944. Altar Of Twilight 7/25/2014
10945. Spiritual Life 7/25/2014
10946. Split Second 7/25/2014
10947. Beginning The Day 7/25/2014
10948. Music 7/25/2014
10949. Souls 7/25/2014
10950. Inner Wastelands 7/25/2014
10951. Final Moment 7/30/2014
10952. Magnitude Of Life 7/30/2014
10953. Silent Messages 7/30/2014
10954. Soul's Keys 7/31/2014
10955. Natural Life's Aura 7/31/2014
10956. Blackened Bronze 7/31/2014
10957. Corners Of A Storm 7/31/2014
10958. Brain's Ocean 7/31/2014
10959. Sadness Of Living 7/31/2014
10960. Progressive Yearnings 7/31/2014
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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