RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 111,587 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

161. A Little Poetical Mind 12/8/2013
162. A Little Risk 3/16/2013
163. A Little Sharp 1/16/2014
164. A Little Space 9/22/2013
165. A Living Grave 11/5/2013
166. A Living Painting 1/23/2014
167. A Local T.V. Celebrity 12/31/2013
168. A Lone Soul 4/18/2014
169. A Lone Star 1/21/2017
170. A Lonely Alcoholic 5/29/2014
171. A Lonely Journey 4/4/2014
172. A Lonely Love 2/1/2015
173. A Lonely Soul 5/9/2014
174. A Lonely Walkway 1/19/2014
175. A Long Way 10/21/2014
176. A Longing To Fly 9/24/2014
177. A Losing Battle 10/11/2014
178. A Lost Happiness 1/26/2014
179. A Lost Soul 6/13/2014
180. A Loving Friend 6/21/2014
181. A Loving Touch 12/8/2014
182. A Lullabye 10/1/2013
183. A Maintenance Worker 4/15/2013
184. A Major Typhoon 1/19/2014
185. A Man We Called Bear 8/2/2016
186. A Marble Heart 9/30/2014
187. A Materialistic World 7/15/2014
188. A Meaning Tapestry 2/8/2014
189. A Memorable Friend 12/5/2013
190. A Mere Poet 3/3/2013
191. A Mere Poet's Life 11/19/2014
192. A Mesquite Tree 1/9/2014
193. A Mind Of Creative Travel 2/19/2013
194. A Mind Of Yesterday 2/23/2014
195. A Mind Piano 9/26/2013
196. A Mind's Bidding 12/10/2014
197. A Mind's Island 12/8/2013
198. A Mind's Life 2/15/2014
199. A Mind's Photo Book 2/20/2013
200. A Mind's Playpen 3/2/2013
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 ...

Read the full of Life's Black Curtains

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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