RoseAnn V. Shawiak Loss Poems

Hearing a voice coming from some unknown source,
touching my mind carefully with a gentle hand.
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Chasing ideas around the countryside, attempting to corner
them in inventions of technology.
Ending all beliefs that meet and find their way into poems
through musical interludes.
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Tears falling as a sad song is being played, strumming a
guitar and singing words of a lost love.

Being heartfelt, touched by the sincerity of a great loss,
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Going back to a place frequented daily in the past saddens
us, memories are happy, yet instantly bring tears to our
eyes, because they are no longer alive.
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Loss affects everyone at one time or another, under different
circumstances.

We all grieve in ways known only to each individual, there
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Immersed in sorrow, heart breaking, tears unable to
fall from eyes and soul full of them.

Feelings and emotions pulling us in every direction,
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Reaching out across a span of time, emptiness fills every-
thing.

Always soothing echoes of the past, life floats by, never
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Attitudes of sadness penetrate consciousness, rising and
falling with feelings of abandonment left beneath layers
of this heavy heart.
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Romping through fields of roses, their aromas reaching my mind
and senses as I walk through their beautiful landscapes fig-
uratively and imaginatively.
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Bittersweet are tears of sorrow.
Our minds are filled with sweet, gentle memories of
life together while our hearts overflow with the
bitterness
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Staring into space, nothing focused, transparent heartaches
held within.

Thoughtful burial of life's second chance, turned around and
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A deep abyss has stretched itself out these many
months, leaving an empty darkness filling the
space.
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Thinking of yesterday and how different it is from the present,
having lost both parents, most Aunts except two, Uncles are gone,
some cousins also.
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Circles of life have been wrung out by death's embrace
and now there's nothing left to do but fall into it's
circumference, missing you.
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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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Mind doing the backstroke while swimming across
the surface of an evening ocean, stars twinkling
their good nights upon earth.
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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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There's no way to find the path to enlightenment when
going through death's embrace.

Sorrow finding it's way into my heart, a genuine heart-
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Strumming the harp of intense sorrow as it tugs at his
heart incessantly.

Keeping awake with floods of tears, soaking pillows
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Sensations now filling me through sounds of melodies rain-
ing down upon intellect, reverberating inwardly, reviving
ruins caused by loss and death through life.
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Everyone standing or else sitting around, bored with life,
having given up on it's essence, passion now dying, look-
ing through misty eyes of loss and grief.
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Slow and steady, walking uphill in this saddened life,
being turned inside out by intense loss and emptiness.

Stretched beyond an inner endurance, wondering how in
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Adjusting interior patterns, allowing them to combine and
blend with rhythms of innate music, capturing, fulfilling
and becoming a new design of ingenuity and achievement.
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Silence penetrates my being thoroughly for I am so empty,
wishing you were here again with me, living has ceased to
begin without you my dear.
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Sorrow suddenly finding it's way onto pathways of poetry,
acknowledging facts and data of tremendous loss through-
out life.
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Flowers dried and brown, lying crumpled in a vase out of
the way and in a corner.

Bothering no one, lying in their death, wishing to have
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Colored lights bursting with sound, invisible instruments playing
everyone's hearts and souls, tempting musical notes and tones from under the blankets where they're hidden from sight.

There's nothing to be done, there's no reason or logic to anything
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Music that normally picks up spirits, keeps putting it down in
cadences that won't speed up or get excited, soul feeling left
on the wayside of a moment of imminent loss.
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Life is filled with all types of heartaches and sorrow, yet we
still have moments of joy and elation; needing to concentrate
on those times is very hard to do when we're in the darkness, emptiness and loneliness of death and loss.
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Heart beating rhythms of yesterday's love, missing you so
terribly, wishing we were still together today, all the
moments we've shared, touching this mind and heart with
their sacred tears of loss today.
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Interpreting sounds of music into poetry, intellect
surpassing itself in these endeavors.

Always keeping time with rhythms, chords spelling
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In the everlasting jowls of hell, life on earth is split
apart and thrown to all ends of the universe.
No quiet release from the pain which grasps so tightly,
no breath left to breathe within.
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Walking tightropes of rhythmic beats that twist and turn in
min-air like a tightrope walker himself, stretching, reach-
ing within for the intensity of beliefs.
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Spiralling through life, finding ways to enter hidden canyons,
echoing voices beyond the black curtains of death, so gently
they're heard, feeling their loss of life intensely.
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Lengthening shadows crowd around us when sorrow and
grief come upon our lives.

Ending the peace, joy and happiness that we've felt,
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Departing feelings leaving me bereft, noting that
there's a deep silence touching my interior life
and no one else knows of it.
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This life is full of anger and sadness, caused by
it's turmoil and suffering, mainly because of loss
and it's total bereavement in years of life lived
already.
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Silent thoughts triggering moments of loss from yesterday,
touching upon memories of this heart, tears well hidden
for years.
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Watching a friend who has turned his back and walked
away, listening to rumors of a heartless and mean-
spirited person, taking them to heart.
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Carrying burdens and grief throughout the years,
jumping hurdles, climbing mountains and drowning
in oceans of tears.
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Trying to go on even though you are gone, doing my
best, yet life has died within and I cannot revive
it, having no interest in even doing so.
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Nowhere thoughts settling in for the long haul, recognizing
sadness and betrayal.

Despondent heart softly held within, faced with another
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Recognizing patterns of lonely sorrow, as they travel through
this heart and brain, identifying themselves purposely on
their way through.
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Flowing like a river through our lives is loss following
us throughout the years, a steady stream of tears, hidden
within our beings.
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Sprinkling tears of sorrow throughout our lives, loss takes
us on a journey, reluctant as it is, to teach us about the
joy and beauty of it's birth and passing.
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Lost my heart, hope to die, life is an empty canvas
devoid of color, nothing to be painted on it again.
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Rivers flowing in wrong directions as I watch,
sitting back, wondering why they are doing so.

Carefully selecting rhythms, hoping to see the
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Realizing how very temporary our lives here on earth are,
knowing deeply the loss of loved ones, its intense sadness,
sorrow, emptiness and loneliness.
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With every song being sung, memories begin to flow down-
stream, catching at times on heartstrings of loss once
upon a time.
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Softly, silently grasping onto a melody of sadness reverberating
within, touching heartstrings of sorrow, playing them gently with
sounds of loss that inspire this poetical mind.
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