RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 23,485 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

161. A Local T.V. Celebrity 12/31/2013
162. A Lone Soul 4/18/2014
163. A Lonely Alcoholic 5/29/2014
164. A Lonely Journey 4/4/2014
165. A Lonely Love 2/1/2015
166. A Lonely Soul 5/9/2014
167. A Lonely Walkway 1/19/2014
168. A Long Way 10/21/2014
169. A Longing To Fly 9/24/2014
170. A Losing Battle 10/11/2014
171. A Lost Happiness 1/26/2014
172. A Lost Soul 6/13/2014
173. A Loving Friend 6/21/2014
174. A Loving Touch 12/8/2014
175. A Lullabye 10/1/2013
176. A Maintenance Worker 4/15/2013
177. A Major Typhoon 1/19/2014
178. A Marble Heart 9/30/2014
179. A Materialistic World 7/15/2014
180. A Meaning Tapestry 2/8/2014
181. A Memorable Friend 12/5/2013
182. A Mere Poet 3/3/2013
183. A Mere Poet's Life 11/19/2014
184. A Mesquite Tree 1/9/2014
185. A Mind Of Creative Travel 2/19/2013
186. A Mind Of Yesterday 2/23/2014
187. A Mind Piano 9/26/2013
188. A Mind's Bidding 12/10/2014
189. A Mind's Island 12/8/2013
190. A Mind's Life 2/15/2014
191. A Mind's Photo Book 2/20/2013
192. A Mind's Playpen 3/2/2013
193. A Mind's Wanderlust 3/18/2013
194. A Mire Of Sadness 8/27/2013
195. A Misconception 4/17/2014
196. A Misty Concentration 8/25/2013
197. A Misty Curtain 9/24/2014
198. A Modern Version 1/18/2014
199. A Moment Of Quiet Sight 4/20/2013
200. A Moment Of Thought 2/20/2014
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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Sadness

The sadness is so deep, nothing can soothe it.
Nothing can touch it.
The emptiness is so total - nothing can penetrate it.
All eight of us children and Dad can feel it each on our own.
Yet, even we can't ease the pain for each other.
Nothing has ever felt this way before.
And nothing is all we have to look forward to with Mom gone.

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