RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

1921. Walling Sentiments 8/5/2013
1922. From The Hip 8/15/2013
1923. Telling All 8/15/2013
1924. Out On A Limb 8/15/2013
1925. Magical Landscapes 8/14/2013
1926. Emerald Fields 8/15/2013
1927. Silence Of Nature 8/15/2013
1928. Expansive Boundaries 8/14/2013
1929. Portraying Moments 8/14/2013
1930. Tender Grief 8/15/2013
1931. Imagination's Circles 8/15/2013
1932. Fading Into Lines 8/15/2013
1933. Riding Highways 8/15/2013
1934. Stilted Conversations 8/15/2013
1935. Soothing Memories 8/15/2013
1936. Biker's Charity Runs 8/15/2013
1937. Communication Beyond Life 8/15/2013
1938. Voices Of Family 8/15/2013
1939. Unequaled Thought 8/15/2013
1940. Blatant Melodies 8/15/2013
1941. Pool Of Contents 8/15/2013
1942. Line Dancers 8/15/2013
1943. Heart's Sight 8/16/2013
1944. Dusting Cobwebs 8/16/2013
1945. Beautiful Insight 8/16/2013
1946. Dancing Emotions 8/16/2013
1947. Not Wasting Moments 8/16/2013
1948. No Feelings 8/16/2013
1949. Antique Ways 8/16/2013
1950. Rhythm Of Future 8/17/2013
1951. Elastic Beauty 8/17/2013
1952. Deserts Of Thought 8/17/2013
1953. Life Strategies 8/17/2013
1954. Treasured Gems 8/17/2013
1955. At Home With Nature 8/18/2013
1956. Homeless Hopes 8/18/2013
1957. Way To Destiny 8/18/2013
1958. Portraits From Memory 8/18/2013
1959. Peaceful Sorrow 8/18/2013
1960. Mirrored Moments Of Life 8/18/2013
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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