RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

1761. Chair Dance 5/1/2013
1762. Scented Bereavement 5/1/2013
1763. Insensitive Darkness 5/1/2013
1764. Waterfalls Of Sorrow 7/17/2013
1765. Turning Tides 7/17/2013
1766. Grasping Light 7/17/2013
1767. Forbidden Beauty 7/17/2013
1768. Free From Yesterday 7/17/2013
1769. Never Fading Love 7/18/2013
1770. Eyesores Of Nature 7/18/2013
1771. Eyesores In Nature 7/18/2013
1772. Noticing The Environment 7/18/2013
1773. Pinpoint Of Future 7/18/2013
1774. Daydreams 7/19/2013
1775. Peaceful Remembrances 7/19/2013
1776. Testing Strength 7/19/2013
1777. An Understanding 7/19/2013
1778. Soul's Quietness 7/19/2013
1779. Gentle Blossoming 7/19/2013
1780. Recreating Chances 7/19/2013
1781. Escaping Reality 7/19/2013
1782. Running From Edges 7/18/2013
1783. Serene Sunset 7/19/2013
1784. Shaping Ideas 7/19/2013
1785. In The Silence 7/19/2013
1786. Watching Spiritual Messages 7/18/2013
1787. Satisfying Life 7/19/2013
1788. View Of Life 7/19/2013
1789. Succulent Blossoms 7/18/2013
1790. Memory Leaves 7/18/2013
1791. Inner Future 7/18/2013
1792. Meeting Spirits 7/18/2013
1793. Enduring Videos 7/18/2013
1794. Shining Lights 7/18/2013
1795. Filtering Visions 7/18/2013
1796. Love Of A Grandchild 7/19/2013
1797. Life Altering Effects 7/19/2013
1798. Departing The Norm 7/19/2013
1799. Future Presence 7/19/2013
1800. Shaking Foundations 7/19/2013
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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