Eileen Manassian Poet Sonnet

Notes About The Poem

Don'T Censor Me

Don’t censor me and let me write at will
The longings of my heart these pages fill
You fathom not what lies within my heart
So don’t contrive a way to ban my art 

Unfettered let my fingers pound these keys
My passion and my strength these rhymes appease
I live to conquer fears that vex my soul
The broken parts life stole, these lines make whole

Those fantasies that lie within my breast
All naked now they lie in words undressed
I feel the freedom born of words set free
You cannot bind or drown the truth in me

The more you try to take away my choice
The more it speaks through poetry: my voice!

Eileen Manassian

A Modified Repost

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Mi Nubilary September 8, 2015 at 5:37 AM Terrific Eileen, this is why your friends sent me to you because you have the tenacity which I was looking for! I must read more of you! P.S....may I please use your photo above for my new Face Book page...which by the way is..."strictly for artists"; which you most certainly are! I thank you for this read, and I shall be thanking your friends for the awesome lead!...Ok...enyore arcane...mi

Charmaine Chircop September 4, 2015 at 3:23 AM Yes our lines make us whole...Yes life stole pieces of our wants but not our soul.A beautiful sonnet ..Let your voice be heard..

Andrea Dietrich August 28, 2015 at 6:09 PM Eileen. You are becoming quite a brilliant sonneteer. Keep it up, girl! I don't often like many sonnets that I see at Soup, but YOURS are becoming unbeatable!

Emile Pinet August 28, 2015 at 9:29 AM The imagery that is presented carries the essence of the statement the author is making and it is a powerful one. Emile. Eileen Manassian August 28, 2015 at 9:42 AM Thank you, dear Emile. I appreciate the visit and your appraisal of my work. :) Hugs

Richard Lamoureux August 28, 2015 at 9:04 AM I am with you Eileen, no censorship! Let your words ring loud and true. Eileen Manassian August 28, 2015 at 9:41 AM :) Now...that is sweet and succinct. I'm much obliged, Richard. Thanks! Hugs

Richard D Seal August 28, 2015 at 5:25 AM Who would want to fetter your fingers my little Desert Orchid. I know how they fly, jus as your imagination does. Take care, Richard Eileen Manassian August 28, 2015 at 9:40 AM My fingers being fettered....oh....there could be a time and place for that, Mr Seal; however, my mind wanders....Yes, my imagination is ripe....It takes me on lovely escapades...and these escapades find their way into my little writes....Oh...the mystery is what makes them sweet. Thanks for the visit....Oh Delinquent One. You have been remiss...So I won't blow you a kiss...but I'll hisssssssss......HISSSSSSSS...be good, Mr Seal.

Arthur Vaso August 28, 2015 at 12:28 AM Loved this, I might add that if you live or have visited parts of the world with censorship, its an issue that is closer to the heart.Also poetry is known as one of the few forms that the people could express their thoughts with less fear of reprisals from repressive regimes. Thank you this! Eileen Manassian August 28, 2015 at 9:38 AM Yes, my dear.....I know of people here in Lebanon who have died because they did not censure their words....Self censoring is important at times...however, if the truth needs to be said, I guess someone must pay the price. Thanks for the visit, dear. Hugs

Tim Smith August 27, 2015 at 5:38 PM Write to your hearts content Eileen. We can choose whether it speaks to us or not. Eileen Manassian August 27, 2015 at 9:38 PM That's so true, Tim....so true. :) Thanks for that affirmative note.

Poet Destroyer A August 27, 2015 at 5:14 PM You should post this on a blog. Eileen, the more they take, the more you voice. Strong ending. I don't see why they want to tune out certain keys. It's like taking all the fantasies from this site... HUGS... :) Eileen Manassian August 27, 2015 at 9:47 PM Hey, Gorgeous. Thanks for stopping by....Blogs just tend to get out of hand, PD. If I were to post it....it would raise all that discussion all over again. I'm glad TPS does have rules...it has helped me in the past when I have felt ill treated. If someone invades a poet's private space with comments...that's a different story. It's all a delicate balance, my dear. No one can take my fantasies from me....rest assured! :) Hugs

Kp Nunez August 27, 2015 at 1:46 PM Excessive censorship is as bad as no rules at all. They can both kill. The former, the muse; the latter, sensibility. This write is full of sincerity and passion for your poetry, which no one can accuse as lacking of sensibility. Your voice reverberates, Eileen. hugs! Eileen Manassian August 27, 2015 at 2:01 PM Hey, sweetie...Thanks. I know there is a balance....it's a very delicate matter. I'm very grateful for your comment, my dear. You are kind. I hope you're feeling better. :) Hugs

John Lawless August 27, 2015 at 12:43 PM BRAVO.....I SECOND THAT EMOTION..... Eileen Manassian August 27, 2015 at 12:55 PM :) Thanks, John. So much could be written about this. Censorship is a matter of life and death for some people in this country. People have lost their lives for speaking what they believed in. We need to speak out for what is right...and I will continue to do so...as I am able. Hugs