RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

2281. Finalizing Self 8/17/2013
2282. Pondering Mysteries 8/17/2013
2283. Watching Coffee Bubbles 8/16/2013
2284. Rescuing Life 8/16/2013
2285. Transparent Notes And Rhythms 8/16/2013
2286. Money Speaks For Knowledge 8/22/2013
2287. Government Learning 8/22/2013
2288. Human Tears 8/23/2013
2289. Touching Inner Being 8/22/2013
2290. Machete Of Grief 8/23/2013
2291. Paths Of Insincerity 8/23/2013
2292. Reversing Direction 8/23/2013
2293. Progressive Idealists? 8/23/2013
2294. Homeless 8/23/2013
2295. Illuminating Ideas 8/23/2013
2296. Pens Of Iniquity 8/23/2013
2297. Following Lies 8/22/2013
2298. Satan's Advocates 8/22/2013
2299. Misguided Superiority 8/22/2013
2300. Ruins Of A Jesuit Mission 8/22/2013
2301. Deceitful People 8/22/2013
2302. Pretension 8/22/2013
2303. Imagined Importance 8/22/2013
2304. No Comparison 8/22/2013
2305. Approaching Signs 8/21/2013
2306. Silent Landscapes 8/16/2013
2307. Beyond Visions 8/16/2013
2308. Taking Clouds 8/24/2013
2309. A Waiting Relief 8/24/2013
2310. Coded Puzzles 8/24/2013
2311. Life's Friend 8/24/2013
2312. Visions Of Nature 8/24/2013
2313. Terse Definitions 8/24/2013
2314. Peaceful Distance 8/24/2013
2315. Enjoying My Purpose 8/25/2013
2316. Attitudes Affecting Others 8/25/2013
2317. Breaking Strings 8/25/2013
2318. Unfathomable Abyss 8/25/2013
2319. Motivation Through Poetry 8/25/2013
2320. Exact Pictures 8/25/2013
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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