RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 88,948 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

161. A Little Sharp 1/16/2014
162. A Little Space 9/22/2013
163. A Living Grave 11/5/2013
164. A Living Painting 1/23/2014
165. A Local T.V. Celebrity 12/31/2013
166. A Lone Soul 4/18/2014
167. A Lonely Alcoholic 5/29/2014
168. A Lonely Journey 4/4/2014
169. A Lonely Love 2/1/2015
170. A Lonely Soul 5/9/2014
171. A Lonely Walkway 1/19/2014
172. A Long Way 10/21/2014
173. A Longing To Fly 9/24/2014
174. A Losing Battle 10/11/2014
175. A Lost Happiness 1/26/2014
176. A Lost Soul 6/13/2014
177. A Loving Friend 6/21/2014
178. A Loving Touch 12/8/2014
179. A Lullabye 10/1/2013
180. A Maintenance Worker 4/15/2013
181. A Major Typhoon 1/19/2014
182. A Marble Heart 9/30/2014
183. A Materialistic World 7/15/2014
184. A Meaning Tapestry 2/8/2014
185. A Memorable Friend 12/5/2013
186. A Mere Poet 3/3/2013
187. A Mere Poet's Life 11/19/2014
188. A Mesquite Tree 1/9/2014
189. A Mind Of Creative Travel 2/19/2013
190. A Mind Of Yesterday 2/23/2014
191. A Mind Piano 9/26/2013
192. A Mind's Bidding 12/10/2014
193. A Mind's Island 12/8/2013
194. A Mind's Life 2/15/2014
195. A Mind's Photo Book 2/20/2013
196. A Mind's Playpen 3/2/2013
197. A Mind's Wanderlust 3/18/2013
198. A Mire Of Sadness 8/27/2013
199. A Misconception 4/17/2014
200. A Misty Concentration 8/25/2013
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 ...

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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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