RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 96,111 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

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