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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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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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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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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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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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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Listening to my heart speak in tongues of sorrow,
talking to God with soulful prayers.
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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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Lively conversation
altering moods of sorrow
and derision, turning them
around so they can be lived
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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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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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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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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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Solemn and hymn-like, my mind is responding to the
sadness of an interior loneliness.

Face clouded with tears, sight blurry, yet feelings
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Darkness encompasses me, breaking this heart in the ebony
sadness of grief.

Wanting not to talk, just being silent, going to church
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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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Secretly flowing like lava oozing from an active
volcano, covering my mind with mosaics of deepened
grief.
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Keepsakes of yesterday come alive in memories
cherished through the years.
We hold images closely with tears, hiding
within each one on days when we're alone and
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Sprouting indignation, growing silently inside -
unafraid of tempests in life.
Strolling over mountainous ocean waves of remorse,
falling upon them and being tossed and turned
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Emotions flowing into the ocean, turning tides into waterfalls
of sorrow, deafening my mind as I move into a place of grief's
importance.
Suggestions abound from newly thought instances, looking for
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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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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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Singing sadly in tones of utter bereavement,
letting my heart loosen it's hold on the grief
of every day loneliness.
Holding empty hearts of yesterday in today's
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A deluge of rain pouring into imagination,
drowning my appetite for solitary confinement.

Leaving me in an unweaving basket of solemn
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Living in tunnels of peripheral vision, exploring avenues
with wild abandon, carefully testing tones and sounds as
they are emitted from within solid caverns.
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Relating conversations of long ago from memory,
holding them closely to heart and soul, through
years of tender love.
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Joyful hearts torn asunder by hardened selfishness,
marriages confided to God and broken apart on earth
with disgrace.
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Silence awakening softly, creating a space of anticipation
in life's lonely journey.
Satisfying feelings held in sorrow's embrace, flowing tears
falling deeply into abysses of grief's abode.
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Clasping hearts, held in sorrow of life's passing, creating changes in each, no longer being the same people.
Grief standing between us, not allowing a closeness to be perceived as yet.
In time, maybe, but how long it will take is anyone's guess.
Purposeful loneliness standing stead until we once again can communicate on a level of trust.
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Many memories shine through clouds of grief, leading to recovery one day in the future.
For now, crying, sorrow, pain, all culminate in my mind.
Today is a puddle of remorse that I keep stepping in no matter which direction I go.
Where can I hide?
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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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