RoseAnn V. Shawiak Death Poems

When I'm gone beyond this mortal world, what type
of shadow will I leave behind?
Will it be agile and funny with a sense of humor?
Or will it be dark and serious like death itself?
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Turning away from incessant whispers and calls from inside
of sorrow's darkened hallways.

Knowing the outcome every time will be that of intense pain
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A mixture of nationalities reaches from beyond, leaving douleur spread over me from past to future destiny's, singling out memories that leave me bereft and without joy, until I remember that with my death I will be reunited again in heaven.
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Seeds of sadness planted today will one day grow and
mature into genuine compassion for others.

Enfolded in the cloak of sorrow, emptiness and pain,
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Recognizing prospects of death as he lays his cards on
the table before me.

Knowing that he's going to take me in my sleep, no pain,
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Separating life and death is not easy, they are both
vibrant and alive, it's just those moments between
them that are silent and mysterious.
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Knowing that God has a plan and purpose for my life now
that He brought me back from death's embrace.

Poetically being His instrument, reaching so many people
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Granddaughter's radiant angel face marred for the
moment by an intense sadness as she said once more,
crying and wiping away her tears of love, Jazzie's
my puppy!
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Tonight I have given up life, no longer being found on
this horizon or any other.

Silenced by the untimely death of innocence, betrayed
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Robotically moving about, thinking slowing down to inter
itself within, on an aging coastline.
Surfing alongside death, keeping a watchful eye on waves
of it's demise in a timely manner.
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As I walk through this vale of death, I celebrate life
the way I remember it.
There were no flowers on marble headstones lying on the ground.
Rocks were in gardens, flowers were picked to put in
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Send me no remorse, no return from death's doorstep.
Allow freedom of my spirit to soar towards heavenly rainbows,
let it grasp everlasting echoes of peace forming immediately
after life has left me.
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Walking down sorrow's path,
finding aspects of death that
I didn't know existed.
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Feeling tired of living, bored beyond tomorrow with daily
routines, only wanting to live innocently dangerous.

Looking for adventure, daring to look death in the face,
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Darkness falling upon this mind, hiding it in the sorrow
of yesterday where all love has died and disappeared be-
yond boundaries of this life.
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Always sorrowful, never far from tears.
As they slip quietly down my cheeks
they rip and tear my heart even deeper
than before.
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Rejoicing over my death will be plentiful and of good quality.
Songs will be sung and bands will play the march of death for
me as I pass away.
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Fields of forgetless memories, lying in disarray, waiting
to be picked or chosen and arranged in certain bouquets,
sunlight airily focusing in, spraying corners with the
brightness of it's smile.
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Looking for your reflection in every window that I pass,
reaching out with my heart to feel your presence as I
walk by.
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Taking chances, running wild, escaping the boredom of
daily living and taking things that make me feel alive.

Those where I choose to challenge death and stand up
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Steadily walking with the spirits of my death, letting them
lead me into the depths of their blackness, just to explore
what they have in store for my future.
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Constantly struggling with daily routines of existence,
battling the limits set by life and other people.
Wishing for the solitude of death's embrace, sensing
the nearness I have to it.
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Unrehearsed death comes only once in a lifetime.
We remain strangers on the outskirts of one
another until it is our time to expire.
Leaving life, no longer able to fend for itself
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Scrambling for heights unknown in concave dimensions,
allowing the freedom of movement to expand and
encompass many directions, aspects, and facets
approaching death.
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Quietly thinking over the events of this day.
Contemplating life in a different way,
acknowledging it's finite beauty.
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Traveling to a dimension I have never seen, climbing and
enjoying it's scenery.
Living the eventual death of my beginnings with silence
and hiding, careful to avoid the stares of others.
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Loneliness suddenly permeates my being and I drift slowly
away from reality onto a fantasy island in imagination.
Wanting so bad to get away and forget the horrors of life.
Listlessly wandering, unable to make a commitment, unable
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Settling into a reverie, silently thinking of life
and what it has left of my being.
Hoping I can still be of use as I fall into an abyss
of near-death on the edge of non-existence.
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Falling into living rooms of interior thought,
gathering together and listening to all manner
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Life is painful enough without death confiscating our loved
ones from this earth.
Everyone dies before everything is ever said or done.
We remember one another as long as we each live life as it
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Straight as an arrow, reaching for the sky,
realizing that it'll never happen again,
because death has set in already.
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In slumber deep, sleeping to the sound of breathing.
During the night something has happened, unbeknownest to one sleeping right alongside in bed.
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Strolling around in turmoil, worrying, yet trying to be myself,
searching for an identity I had when younger.
A serenity, a calm interior to focus my energy on.
Relating to life's stringent reality and messages there of, I
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Raking coals and embers into the hearth of my soul,
believing in faith even when I can't seem to see it
anywhere in my visions.
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Wandering listlessly through air tight emotional tides,
searching for any hold on life's shores.
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Screeching heartache filling my mind
with it's grating rhythms.
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Indentations upon mountains, darken, cool down,
become havens for nighttime shadows of death.

Set deeply into nature's abode, abiding carefully,
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Stepping into a time of reality,
searching it's depths for some
kind of emotional tie to life.
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Reciting from the heart, sorrow fills lines of poetry with
it's serious knowledge and inspiration.
Creating verses filled with tears and breaking of hearts,
as mind's sit alone in spaces of grief.
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Elderly love being found and lost on shaky lines of ending horizons.
Holding hands, recognizing shadows of time are slowly creeping upon
them as another moment flows over their being.
Motion losing strength as aging continues to constrict life-giving
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Soul searching abilities, touching lives of near death
with an illumination of loving beauty.
Rays of heavenly light enter minds, awaiting God's
call with prayerful diligence and hope.
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Even in death a palo verde tree looks graceful and delicate.
Although dead, brown with decay, I find it's beauty still instilled from nature.
Touching my heart, a teardrop forms and slides down my cheek in celebration of the memory of it's once long life.
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Everywhere I look - everywhere I see - Mom is looking back at me.
Such a total part of my life is gone now.
There is no more reason for my being or doing anything.
I am my only reason now. It's lonely. I feel abandoned.
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Nature playing peacefully around me, as I sit in inner turmoil - full of doubt.
Hot heat from the sun, soaking quickly into my skin.
Slightly blowing - a windy breeze blows gently - barely cooling me off.
Leaves and dead blossoms from bougainvillaes scrape across the cement as they are blown around.
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Looking at death, I do not accept it.
Seeing death, I know it is inevitable.
Knowing of my eventual death, I accept it.
Death will happen, there is nothing to be done, no preparation for it other than being good while I am alive.
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Growing realizations of death coming upon me too soon
fill my mind with thought of family and life, because
in the end that is all there is left from our time
spent on earth.
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Silence filters through my mind, easing it's loneliness, finding a
spacious home.
Forgotten eternities lying about in disarray, crying, tears softly
echoing the past.
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Polite, quiet, respectful,
fully aware of God's presence in the room.
Prayerful, hoping against all hope,
yet knowing the end is near.
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Death seeks me out, but I pray not yet, I still have several important things to start or finish.
Tapping on my mind's windows, reminding me of their presence, not wanting me to forget they're there.
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