RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

1521. Torn Existence 3/31/2013
1522. Artistic Peace 3/31/2013
1523. Dangling Crosswords 3/31/2013
1524. Essence From Above 3/31/2013
1525. Uncanny Freedom 3/31/2013
1526. Solitary Times 3/31/2013
1527. Idealic Thought 3/31/2013
1528. Stunted Wonder 3/31/2013
1529. Individual Gifts 3/31/2013
1530. Toward Visions 3/31/2013
1531. Interpretations 3/31/2013
1532. Details In Senses 3/31/2013
1533. New Day Waiting 3/31/2013
1534. Moment Of Disappearance 3/31/2013
1535. Collecting Thoughts 3/31/2013
1536. Sacred Moments 3/31/2013
1537. Finding Food 3/31/2013
1538. Playing My Heart 3/31/2013
1539. Getting Back 3/31/2013
1540. Prayerful 3/31/2013
1541. Imaging Suicide 3/31/2013
1542. Touching Beauty 3/31/2013
1543. Minutes Add Up 3/31/2013
1544. Penetrating Silence 3/31/2013
1545. Bringing Back Memories 4/1/2013
1546. Racing Life 4/1/2013
1547. Fashionable Word 4/1/2013
1548. Pulling The Rip Chord 4/1/2013
1549. Going Inside 4/1/2013
1550. Wishing To Be Stranded 4/1/2013
1551. Being Unto Myself 4/1/2013
1552. Finalizing My Mind 4/1/2013
1553. Soliloquy Of Sadness 4/1/2013
1554. Violating My Space In Life 4/1/2013
1555. Final Appointment 4/1/2013
1556. Solitude Gently Pulls Me 4/1/2013
1557. Feeling Intensely 4/1/2013
1558. Benefits 4/1/2013
1559. Taking Time 4/1/2013
1560. Abandoningly Cold 4/1/2013
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 ...

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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