RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 141,223 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

18841. Categorizing Spheres 1/22/2017
18842. Serenely Silent 1/22/2017
18843. Phantom Roses 1/22/2017
18844. Needing Fast - Paced Rhythms 1/22/2017
18845. Mirrored Pictures 1/22/2017
18846. Inner Appetite 1/22/2017
18847. Journeys Of Fabricated Adventures 1/22/2017
18848. Magical Moments 1/22/2017
18849. Silent Threats 1/22/2017
18850. Methodically Reaching Conclusions 1/22/2017
18851. Looking For Clues 1/22/2017
18852. Favorite Spot 1/22/2017
18853. Candidates Telling Their Stand On Issues 1/22/2017
18854. Acts Of Treason 1/22/2017
18855. Grandparents Day With Andrea 1/22/2017
18856. Lunch With Our Grandson 1/22/2017
18857. Positive Atmosphere In School 1/23/2017
18858. Looking At Our Future 1/23/2017
18859. Inciting A Movement Of Peace 1/23/2017
18860. Fighting Rampant Corruption 1/23/2017
18861. America Needs A Real President 1/23/2017
18862. Domestic Enemies From Within 1/23/2017
18863. Taking Our Freedom Back 1/23/2017
18864. Awaiting A Call To Arms 1/23/2017
18865. Detrimental Government 1/23/2017
18866. Being A Vip Volunteer 1/23/2017
18867. Vision Becoming Reality 1/23/2017
18868. Time To Energize Self 1/23/2017
18869. Loving Life As A Senior 1/23/2017
18870. Looking Out Windows Of My Soul 1/23/2017
18871. Believing Inner Faith 1/23/2017
18872. Primary Doctor 1/23/2017
18873. Considerably Calming 1/23/2017
18874. Solitary Purpose 1/23/2017
18875. Reality Of Imagination 1/23/2017
18876. Maturity In Prose 1/23/2017
18877. Sequences Of Reminiscence 1/23/2017
18878. Sixty - Sixth Birthday 1/23/2017
18879. Living The American Dream 1/23/2017
18880. Feeling Safe 1/23/2017

Comments about RoseAnn V. Shawiak

  • Mark Adrian Adonay Mark Adrian Adonay (12/26/2013 10:06:00 PM)

    What a good poem, reminds me about the life, on how it ends.I want to be a friend of you..

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  • K.c. Ford K.c. Ford (12/5/2013 4:36:00 AM)

    Hi RoseAnn, thanks for your message.
    I'm very critical of my own poetry and it just bubbles over when I look at anothers poetry.
    Yep, I am odd, seem to see things from a different perception than the mainstreem.
    Read that you've been in a serious condition in hospital, just hope you're on the mend and now out and about and getting up peoples noses....Take care Kev

  • Sam Kim (10/25/2013 11:50:00 AM)

    You truly are a genius in writing short yet powerful poems. I enjoyed how your poems weren't always dealing with grave topics. A short everyday life poem. I think I found a gem

  • Vishal Sharma Vishal Sharma (8/13/2013 1:03:00 AM)

    you are the only poet since i joined here whom, being a female, has so lot of poems
    you are completely motivating one
    bowing my head

  • Vishal Sharma Vishal Sharma (8/13/2013 12:59:00 AM)

    you are the only poet since i joined here whom, being a female, has so lot of poems
    you are completely motivating one
    bowing my head

  • Scott Summers (6/4/2013 11:22:00 PM)

    This poet has the gift of insight and the further gift of expressing this in words that convey all parts of the understanding she reaches.

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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