RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Emotions, feelings being hung out to dry, being too sad and tortured by an unwanted love that has been left along the wayside.

No longer having the desire to fight for another's heart, soul never being touched by a love of genuine truth that someone
places in another.
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Hearts commanding one another in fields of love that grow everywhere, yet are not touching people because there's too much hatred and intolerance in today's world.

Steps of timid, self-examination continue to be ignored and people stand in the way of their own happiness and joy, afraid to speak out, not wanting to be pointed out to others.
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What once made us happy in life now brings only sadness and tears pulling at our hearts through grief and loss.

Special pains that bring back the memories of those we've loved in our lifetimes.
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A voice of feelings singing into the night alone, rain falling, taking hold of interior emotions in storms of yesterday.

Longing, desires, passion, all having been buried in beds of abuse and left in a grave.
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Classic yesterdays taunted by inner thoughts as they're spread within layers of promises that'll never be released or used in tunnels of what once was beautiful and special.

Now, all have disappeared, there's nothing left in the unique memories of yesterday that have now flown away into another vision dying away.
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Waltzing, stepping to rhythms as they appear in the middle of a song, leaving behind the peace of another time.

Wrinkles of life sometimes cannot be ironed out for it seems that an ineptitude is casting its spell onto the world.
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Pleasant rhythms playing alone, wondering where everyone has gone, no more humor or fun left behind.

Looking around, hoping that a wonderful vision will escape into the mind of a poet.
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Sirens of sadness turning into a portrait of misadventure and solemn thoughts of an empty and forlorn mood of sorrow.

Standing in a cell of solitude not knowing how to escape its heavy, lonely, feeling strangling this heart in a fantasy.
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Hearts holding onto hope, but not believing in it, bringing about a gentle sadness that cannot be dealt with in this lonely being.

All rhythms of what used to belong to we two have broken apart, fragmented our lives together, not having any more secrets of loving you at all.
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Standing strong, not being pushed around, having an inner strength that has been building through time and many measures of abuse in this life.

No more, it will not happen anymore, for this woman has risen from the shame and embarrassment another has caused in this life.
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