RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 94,977 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

761. Altering Definitions 1/3/2014
762. Altering Humanity's Face 11/2/2015
763. Altering Life 2/13/2014
764. Altering Moods 2/10/2014
765. Altering Whispers 12/20/2013
766. Alternated Visions 2/7/2013
767. Alternative Environment 2/13/2014
768. Alternative Purposes 8/4/2014
769. Alternatives 12/10/2013
770. Alternatives To Living 3/17/2013
771. Always A Champion 12/22/2015
772. Always A Chance 3/27/2014
773. Always Accepting The Inevitable 3/8/2015
774. Always Alone 12/11/2013
775. Always Appreciating 5/26/2015
776. Always Basing Opinions On Fact 6/9/2015
777. Always Be In The Moment 7/16/2015
778. Always Becoming 8/30/2013
779. Always Being Accepted 11/2/2013
780. Always Belonging To The Music 3/1/2016
781. Always Empty Reminders 1/17/2015
782. Always Entertaining Self 6/30/2015
783. Always Family 1/5/2015
784. Always Feeling Love -new- 7/16/2016
785. Always Fighting 9/9/2015
786. Always Finding Self 3/30/2015
787. Always Giving 6/28/2016
788. Always Growing Gardens 3/17/2014
789. Always Here Alone 6/6/2014
790. Always Landing On Clouds 12/15/2013
791. Always Learning 4/26/2016
792. Always Living In The Moment 3/19/2013
793. Always Looking 6/6/2015
794. Always Making Time 6/1/2015
795. Always Mistrusting 1/26/2016
796. Always Needing To Know 3/5/2015
797. Always Neglecting Interior Lives 11/23/2015
798. Always On Front Porches 1/16/2014
799. Always Open 12/18/2014
800. Always People - Watching 6/14/2016
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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