RoseAnn V. Shawiak Grief Poems

When my Mom died, I didn't ever want to have friends or relationships again, thinking, what's the sense? they'll only die too! .
Just wanting to stay home, be safe, not have to reach out to anyone.
It's natural and normal when you're hurting so much, because the grief is so personal. It's hard to share it.
There is no advice to give, the only thing I know of to do is walk through the grief, however long it will take.
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Many memories shine through the clouds of grief,
leading to recovery one day in the future.

For now, crying, sorrow, pain, are all culminating
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Listening to songs of yesterday being played live,
right before me in technicolor.

Pleasurable melody playing softly within my mind,
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Solitarily alone, sitting by the window, looking out
at nature, watching disinterestedly while writing.

Yet, a perfect landscape entices this mind, giving it
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A burden of grief hangs quietly, keeping me hidden
from those who want to talk.

Misty-eyed, alone, afraid to reach through the
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Writing and believing in aspects of total recall
after this life has ended, brings a special sense
brought from heaven's gates just to be near me.
Feeling the closeness of yesterday's family coming
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In between grief and grieving right now.

Afraid to share the past burden of it
because I know there will soon be a fresh
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Listlessly, not listening and getting tired of hearing all
the neat and pat answers from others, trying to help someone
through their grief.
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Songs of happiness belying feelings of sorrow and grief
just under the surface.

Eyes looking out, heart touching emotional upheaval,
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Gray shadow clouds crossing my mind, taking me to introspection and divine will.
Sating prayerful times of sadness as I covered up emotional loss of words in hiding.
Climbing inside patterns, wallowing in grief's demise, getting accustomed to it's fit for life.
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Woe is falling around like hail from a hailstorm,
hitting me squarely in the heart, not letting me
escape it's sorrowful grasp.
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Taking life by the hand,
causing no untoward concern for my livelihood.
Supressing the sadness that's eating me alive,
allowing the grief a brief interval of rest
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Bouquets of bereavement made up of varied people, each in their own state of mind.
Complexities of relating - communicating through grief abound.
Never knowing which way to venture, fearing the ache of sorrow, closing up like a rose bud until some future tomorrow.
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Listening to my heart speak in tongues of sorrow,
talking to God with soulful prayers.
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Singing in the rain as it pours from my heart,
ripping and tearing it into pieces, broken and
torn from a friend
Melody happy and lilting through me, yet I am
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Being held closely, grief covers me in it's heavy quilt, having been knitted through the years by life's sufferings.
Interior solace is always beyond reach, touching my soul only sometimes when in deep contemplation.
Feeling loneliness, distanced from everyone, taking nothing from the experience of emptiness, only the devastating emotions that rip and tear me apart constantly.
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Distancing myself, floating through the skies alone, thinking of nothing in particular, but feeling hurt, I can't seem to let go of.
Despair following me into an abyss of darkness from which I write from, trying to detach myself again from it's sadness.
Telling self it no longer matters, knowing it still does, as it's machete of grief cuts me into millions of pieces.
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Searching, finding an inner purpose, one that feels
just right, touching this silent soul and spirit.

A time of acknowledgement and its gratitude at the
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Sounds being emitted from deep within my spirit, sadness
and it's tears sobbing within, nothing more to say.

Love has died on another horizon and I no longer belong
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Suddenly feeling totally alone, tears mounting in blue eyes, trying to spill out, expressing sadness.
Yet, I won't allow them to, as I sit and listen to saddened melodies touching my mind's heart with tender grief.
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Beneath sorrow's tears, I continue to weep, feeling the thoroughness of grief holding me aloft.
Never letting me go, grasping my heart with it's icy cold fingers of glass.
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Wavering voice booming hesitantly into the atmosphere,
taking us with him in song.
Rendition of lost and forlorn love, sitting in the
rain alone, no umbrella to shelter a heart from the
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Life is a hazard filled with many pitfalls, troubles
and grief, yet we must walk through it all in order
to live our days on earth.
Crutches are sometimes used, when sorrow hits us
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Sprinkling flowers into thoughts of grief helps relieve
the misty teariness of my eyes, as my mind is refocused
onto life's nature and eventual demise.
Seeing beauty in every day things, thinking making it's
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Locating pastimes that all but disappeared in the
wake of loss and grief on this last horizon, want-
ing to fit in somewhere.
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Living with sadness and sorrow throughout life, running
through fields of grief as fast as possible.

Learning and progressing every time, having to return
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Peering from your eyes, seeing the beauty of this world, even
through it's sadness and sorrow.

Touching a heart with many tears through the years has caused
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Marching solidly out of lines into dimensions unheard
of, tantalizing inner rhythms into soul's beings.

Treading off of lanes into caverns of mercurial silence,
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Singing for the lonely, hearts cry in the sorrow of
darkness, tasting the bittersweet honesty of death's
embrace.
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Hard thinking of anything without you at my side, there's
nothing left, the simple life we had has turned so compli-
cated without you my dear.
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Tears of blue flowing from this empty heart,
nothing to stop or avert them, an intense
silence grasps hold while writing poetry.
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Soundlessly, sorrow trips into this heart, not letting me
know ahead of time, just sneaking it's way into my mind
whenever it wants.
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Melancholy, brooding, watching rain drops fall
incessantly into pools of sadness already re-
siding within.
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Tears draped over shoulders of remorse,
tenderly and gently holding grief
together so I will not fall apart.
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Surrounded by the lifeless joy of human nature,
at times brings despair and sadness.
Remembering the good times and joy is the only
way to help people through the unending grief
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Sadness envelopes me in it's sagacity,
tightening it's grip on me interiorly.

Facilitating sorrow and grief, pushing
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So many tears falling onto my plate through the years,
drenching the interior of this being.

Taking it down stairwells and into the darkness of a
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Sorrowful and alone in a coffin of self-inflicted emptiness,
not wanting to address life again because of the loss of a
loved one.
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Sadness envelopes itself around me, wrapping this brain
with it's melancholy strains of music.

Smoothing out wrinkles of the past kept securely in the
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Light befalls these eyes and seeps gently through this
heart into it's very soul, strumming heartily, memories
of the past.
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Walking down streets of sorrow, noticing and remembering
images that have always been facing me in all truth and
honesty.
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Whenever I'm sad, tears fill my mind and spill
down my face, showing sorrow's hold on my heart
of hearts.
Showering rains impart the knowledge of grief
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Watching waves fall and crash on beaches of sand, time and again announcing the rhythm of loneliness as it continues to happen without our participation or desire.
Lolling, staring into depths of ocean views, seeing visions of emptiness being filled continually without thought to anyone's idea of sorrow.
Believing in whatever is washed upon the shore, taking in, innocently, while holding shells, whispers of grief sensing our feelings as they're placed in front of us, without regard to emotional turmoil.
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Sojourn, lagging behind grief, not wanting to
surpass it right now.

Knowing that I must experience it totally and
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Rhythms tapping, taking tempos in a synchronized beating
of the drums, guitars accompanying them in a lively and
exciting tempo.
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Sensing something happening below sounds of rhythms as they
soar and fly out into the atmosphere freely and at liberty
to do whatever they feel like in measures of chords.
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Falling into the void left over from grief, touching my
mind with it's bitter and unsatisfying taste of sorrow,
wanting to know why life must end in a last breath.
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Showering sparkles of wisdom, knowledge falling upon minds
that have been opened fully, awaiting pearls and gems to
fill intellect with their promises and sunny dispositions.
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Being burdened by the necessity of helping to prepare
the house after a funeral, not angry just feeling the
sadness of what has happened to a close friend.
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