RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 74,127 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

761. Always Finding Self 3/30/2015
762. Always Growing Gardens 3/17/2014
763. Always Here Alone 6/6/2014
764. Always Landing On Clouds 12/15/2013
765. Always Living In The Moment 3/19/2013
766. Always Looking 6/6/2015
767. Always Making Time 6/1/2015
768. Always Mistrusting -new- 1/26/2016
769. Always Needing To Know 3/5/2015
770. Always Neglecting Interior Lives 11/23/2015
771. Always On Front Porches 1/16/2014
772. Always Open 12/18/2014
773. Always Poetical 8/15/2013
774. Always Present Truth 10/4/2013
775. Always Questioning 10/9/2013
776. Always Reaching 6/5/2014
777. Always Readily Available 6/17/2015
778. Always Searching 6/14/2015
779. Always Searching For Meaning 3/8/2015
780. Always Seeking Truth 7/4/2015
781. Always Stirring Imagination 8/27/2015
782. Always Surprising 6/9/2015
783. Always Thinking 8/1/2015
784. Always Thinking Of You 9/9/2014
785. Always Using Gifts 4/18/2015
786. Always Wanting More 9/8/2015
787. Always Wanting More Of You 12/3/2015
788. Always Wanting The Best 6/25/2015
789. Always Watching 1/2/2014
790. Always Wishing 11/1/2013
791. Always Wondering 7/3/2014
792. Always Writing From Pictures 10/14/2013
793. Am I Alone 8/24/2015
794. Am I Doomed To Failure? 12/10/2013
795. Amazing Contemplation 10/29/2013
796. Amazing Hidden Aspect 10/27/2015
797. Amazing Response 3/12/2014
798. Amazing Results -new- 1/28/2016
799. Amazing Wonder 2/9/2015
800. Amazingly Cooled Down 7/22/2015
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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