Eileen Manassian Poet Sonnet

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Embers Gone Cold

I seek for warmth by embers getting cold
and though I coax, they will not burst to flame
I sit and mourn the heart of love you sold
that bode in tigress broken now and tame

my body shivers by the dying fire
I wrap around me words of long ago
that scorched my heart with burning tongues of fire
but cold sensations now my heart does know

before I close my eyes and drift to death
I hold an ember close to bosom bare
a searing pain induces gasp of breath
and yet the burn is welcome wound I wear

You left me cold, alone in night so dark
Love's fire died and left me not a spark 

Eileen

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Paige Hind September 2, 2024 at 6:26 PM Beautiful sonnet! I was thinking of fire today, too...even though this poem is from a long time ago...

Robert Lindley January 4, 2015 at 10:47 AM So glad that I checked your work again today. I dearly love sonnets and this one is quite fine, in fact very fine. My friend, you can do no wrong when you write about romance and passion!! Brilliant piece you have crafted here! A7

Liam Mcdaid January 4, 2015 at 1:19 AM deep touching very beautifully penned eileen bless you dear pal his love always shines heart touching write

Justin Bordner January 2, 2015 at 2:41 AM Death will not dare take you, for it knows a love savage and young is calling for you...death will not fight a heart that lives to love you...this pain of confused love cuts slowly down the center of my heart...your poem puts your agony so close to the core of everything Eileen. "And yet the burn is welcome wound I wear..." intense woman! Along with the heavy honesty is also great alliteration. This poem hurts yet is so alive...J.A.B. Eileen Manassian January 2, 2015 at 2:45 AM Justin...you bring tears. Thank you. My intensity will one day be the end of me. I'm a passionate Warrior Princess in a world of mundane reality...DREAMS up in smoke. Thanks for being the epic in this life...hugs

David Meade January 1, 2015 at 11:33 PM Love never totally dies if hope remains . . . hope is upon the wind and I pray it fills you completely . . . and if the wind fails -- I will bring it to your door!! 7 Eileen Manassian January 2, 2015 at 2:38 AM Thank you, David. I have lost hope. My door is waiting....

David Brown January 1, 2015 at 6:25 PM I am more than merely singed by your words; I am truly scorched by the pain they portray. Wonderful writing, as ever, Eileen. Eileen Manassian January 2, 2015 at 2:39 AM Why...thank you. To know you felt the heat of pain is solace. Bless you...

Arthur Vaso January 1, 2015 at 5:40 PM Wow, I read the sadness here, but on a few levels, beautiful sad poem!They say a picture says a thousand words, your poem made this picture say 10,000 words! Eileen Manassian January 2, 2015 at 2:40 AM Aren't you sweet as ever...

Jan Allison January 1, 2015 at 4:28 PM Outstanding imagery my friend but oh so so sad:-( a 7 from me:-) hugs jan xx Eileen Manassian January 1, 2015 at 4:51 PM Good idea, Jan..I'm worried about you. Sometimes outside intervention is needed. Please keep me posted. Jan Allison January 1, 2015 at 4:45 PM If I don't improve I'll see the doc next week never been so emotional ever its not like me:-( Hugs jan xxx Eileen Manassian January 1, 2015 at 4:38 PM Hi sweetie. I made some changes. I'm very melancholy tonight...The New Year came with joy and sorrow....Oh well. Life goes on. I'll be better come morning. ;) I have my happy pill to keep me sane...Hugs