RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 30,567 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

1. 43rd President Of America 3/2/2014
2. '63 Chevy Impala 10/5/2013
3. A Baby Hurt 7/25/2014
4. A Back Corner 10/27/2013
5. A Backdrop Of Life 8/28/2013
6. A Beard 1/18/2015
7. A Beautiful Exercise 10/31/2013
8. A Beautiful Legacy 7/19/2013
9. A Being Of Silence 1/10/2014
10. A Bereaved Poet's Catacombs 10/10/2013
11. A Black Emptiness 9/9/2014
12. A Blackbird 5/27/2014
13. A Blanket 8/7/2013
14. A Blessed Event 7/21/2013
15. A Blessing From God 4/1/2013
16. A Blink Of The Mind 1/9/2014
17. A Blossoming Rose 12/27/2013
18. A Brightened Outlook 12/7/2014
19. A Brokenness Inside 3/7/2013
20. A Brother's Dilemma 2/27/2014
21. A Building Storm 10/21/2013
22. A Bursting Heart 8/25/2013
23. A Calmness Of Another Reality 10/6/2014
24. A Cameo Of Despair 8/11/2014
25. A Capsule Of Grief 3/7/2013
26. A Care Center? 8/19/2013
27. A Caring Friend 8/20/2013
28. A Celebration Of Life 10/11/2014
29. A Certain Beauty 8/21/2014
30. A Chest Of Memories 12/30/2013
31. A Child Being 7/8/2014
32. A Child Fishing 10/13/2014
33. A Childish Whim 8/27/2013
34. A Child's Death 3/12/2013
35. A Child's Funeral 2/26/2013
36. A Child's Gifts 12/24/2013
37. A Child's Innocence 10/22/2013
38. A Child's Joy 4/14/2013
39. A Child's Need 3/1/2013
40. A Class Act 3/29/2013
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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