RoseAnn V. Shawiak Sorrow Poems

Christmas is almost here, a time of love, joy and cheer,
children waiting excitedly - expectantly for Santa to
appear.
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Crying within, saddened by the recollection of this day,
afraid to speak another word.

Hurting intensely, tears filling eyes and having nowhere
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Weeping into nights of loneliness as waves of sorrow crash
upon tears of this heart throughout moments of life now
devoid of love.
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Eyes of regret, filled with tears of sorrow's thought.
Recalling precious moments, listening to their echoes
daily.
Unforgettable people still touching our lives, even
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Retracting light from prisms of a mind, focusing
beams onto poetry lines.
Rainbow-colored imagination grasping beautiful
thoughts from gray-colored words, turning them
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Charging rapidly into the universe, finding spaces to hide
in, not wanting to be seen by anyone.

Isolated, alone, quietly sitting, having a mind blanketed
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Running away from life many times throughout the years,
not wanting to face it's myriad troubles and dutiful
stress.
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Rushing to edges of every melody played in
sorrow's reality.
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Feeling tears of sorrow beginning to fall into and out of
my heart.

Not able to stop their flow, they continue to fill my soul
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Carefully treading down lanes of bereavement,
looking for sorrow's roses to ease the pain
of living.
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Quietly sitting amongst nature and it's sounds,
wondering why this sadness has overcome me again.
Total immersion into deep pits of sorrow without
any reasons why I should be here.
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Saturated beyond belief with untold sorrow,
frantically swimming to keep my head above
water.
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Insinuating beliefs sit idly on tables of becoming,
dominating conversations with exquisite silence.

Shuffling forward into tight areas of confinement,
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Echoes reverberating in an endless atmosphere of sorrow
and loss, touching hearts of tears, gently causing them
to flow through precious memories.
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Silently walking through an interior atmosphere filled
with lost hopes and dreams, not able to find pathways
to retrieve them again.
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Living in a valley of tears formed by the grief of loss
throughout life.

Riding the surf of sorrow into darkened spheres filled
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Silently I steep in sorrow, pulling the anchor up,
sailing into gales of tears.

Holding on, looking over, reaching down into briny
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Hearts of life, beat to separate drummers as they listen to whispers of God in the stillness of their minds.
Unnoticed requiems stand afar, playing songs of funeral stances into sorrow's canyons of yesterday, placing them into tomorrow's hands.
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Rhythmic blues ring out, cutting to the core of sorrow, where a place has been hollowed in my heart.
Never filled with anything, only loneliness as life continues it's journey without my presence.
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Running wildly in the throes of sorrow and grief,
wanting to expire, no longer wanting to live here
anymore.
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Sensing the loss being sung about, having it touch my
own.

Opening up this heart and letting it flow over,
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Sounds of silence form in pictures of crystal tears,
draping my mind with their eternal sadness of loss.

Opening and closing blossoms of tomorrow, depending
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Mind being exercised slowly in a song that needs to be
appreciated in the perfect rhythms of the day, soft
voice relating sorrow of some kind.
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Beating sorrow through music, tempting heartache to show it's
tears being stored tightly within, a bittersweet joy that they
and this heart share and combine in sorrow.
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Being shattered by the intensity of sorrow as it comes fran-
tically into this heart, squeezing tears desperately into
these blue, green, gray eyes.
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Traipsing across earth, listening to Indian, African, and
Russian music, all of it touching intellect's heart and
mind explicitly.
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Dragging down pathways of yesterday, being burdened with
the grief of a lifetime, missing one I loved so much and
can't live without.
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Seeping sorrow can't be quenched by any assortment of
platitudes given by anyone.
Deepest depressions in life's armor, gathering rust and
eroding inner personalities with a figment of tenuous
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Stirring aside sorrow, making room for happiness for awhile.

Continuing on new paths, always writing new avenues and
depths of life, transforming them with nature's help along
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Sunshine shading me with brilliant color,
blending and fading into shadows of delight.

A delicate pattern, falling upon desert ground,
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Sorrow still spreads it's feelings throughout my mind and being,
racking me with grief's pain, laying me low with it's raw
hurting lonesome sadness.
Will there ever be a time when I can think of Josh and not cry?
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When grief is shared and spoken aloud,
it eases itself upon a shelf for a while,
allowing space to breathe and rest.
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Cutting through my heart, sadness leaves it's scars within,
preparing tears in salted chalices of bereavement.
Loneliness takes my mind on voyages of self-pity at times.
Yet, my soul cries out in loneliness, echoing my sorrow
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Alive with knowing tenderness of sorrow, playing a tune of death, tomorrow.
Standing in lengthening shadows of evening, barricading laughter from coming close, forever.
Booking between long times through knowledge, fallen from shelves of ageless neglect.
Begotten totally from future pasts, titled into books bound by human tears.
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Darkened silence filling my emptiness with it's sound of sorrow as tears fall non-stop upon my pillow throughout the night.
Soothing tones of silence fill me with loneliness as I faithfully write about emotions hiding beneath coverlets of grief.
Hesitant to speak, afraid I may not hear your voice again on earth, I dwell at times on life without you.
It produces a profound darkness deep within my soul.
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Reaching from within depths of being, feeling the intensity
of sorrow and loss that time can never diminish no matter
how long it's been.
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Christmas songs filling the air with happy renditions of yesterday's cheer.
Tears sliding down cheeks of aged people as they remember
the good times they had when younger.
Nowadays, loneliness sets in as they sit in chairs of emptiness left by relatives and friends so dear to their hearts and minds.
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Tragic times of sorrow's rehearsal built like a
wall
within a mind of memory.
Stalling for minutes that will never be repeated
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Tears trying to form in my mind as I force myself to hold them back.
Not wanting to feel the sorrow building itself into a mountainous surge of grief right now.
Knowing the cause, not able to divert the sadness, it comes and sits upon my mind, not letting me escape it's grasp, as I fall under it's spell alone.
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Patterns of light shadowing walkways, leading
bereavement into the light of existence and reality.
No longer dedicated to taking back seats, instead,
moving forward and speaking from shadows of inner
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There are no songs in the midday sun.
They are shed at night in the closeness of one.
Beginning from the heart where sorrow hides,
brought forth to be felt in tears falling from eyes.
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Entering depths of sorrow, looking around, watching
with a grief-torn heart.
Swallowing with difficulty, as tears get stuck in
my throat, not letting me leave this sorrowful area
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Joining with the sorrow held inside, taking it in
strides of the Electric slide, letting it feel the
ease of something better than tears.
Waking the essence of life within, striving to
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Laughter rises heartily every time melody hits it's
limits, entering dimensions of hereditary derisiveness
on balanced sheets of wind.
Winding about circles of evergreen journeys fills our
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Fulfilling life with instilled happiness and joy
after living through sorrow's journey for so
long in life.
Acknowledging a purpose through writing poetry,
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