Eileen Manassian Poet Free verse

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Eyes of Prophecy

You know how they say,'what will be will be'...
but what is it that will be?
What does the future hold
for me?
I wish somehow
it would all be revealed
future clarity
Are you there...with me?"

you wrap me up tighter
make my burden feel lighter
dark of doubt becomes brighter
when I hear your voice
humor infused
whisper in my ear
"Oh...Baby
philosophy
existential cacophony
of differing thoughts
doesn't mean anything to me
Are you happy
here in my arms?"

I sigh and raise my head
only to find your eyes looking at me
in that way that makes me feel....
eternity

there...there in their depths
is unfolding prophecy
constancy
and longevity 
of love

your eyes speak to me
"what will be will be
but through every dilemma
through every heartache
when your body's battered
i won't let you break
I will be there
loving you 
for love's sake"...

I see the prophecy
assuring visual eloquency
and to make sure I never forget
you seal this prophecy with a kiss
and I know fulfillment
is here...now
and is yet to be

Eileen Manassian

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Richard Lamoureux June 1, 2020 at 11:18 AM Very enjoyable to read again. It’s hard to believe I l’as read this almost three years ago.

Freddie Robinson Jr. August 22, 2017 at 12:05 PM This poem has a Song of Deborah eloquence, Eileen. So beautifully expressive is this poem. It soars and elevates the communal consciousness of awareness, showing us the future now essence of love. Greeaaattt write! An instant fave for sure. Love and hugs.

Paul Callus July 23, 2017 at 7:53 AM True love guarantees a lovely and fulfilled tomorrow, Eileen. You dwell on positive thoughts...which is positive in itself! Que Sera, Sera.... Hugs // paul

Funom Makama July 22, 2017 at 12:08 PM well crafted into an eye-romancing beauty... Your lines and words are just lovely... Its nice visiting one of your pages again..

Frederic Parker July 21, 2017 at 5:45 PM the depth of thought in this poem is a cool breeze on the sweating pores that cover the skin of reality sending a sweet chill of trembling to allow one to know they are alive awaiting tomorrow...My first thought after reading your beautiful poetry

Richard Lamoureux July 21, 2017 at 9:41 AM Beautifully expressed personification. A passionate depiction of prophecy. Hugs Rick.

Akkina Downing July 17, 2017 at 8:30 AM Profoundly meaningful and beautiful! Another one to love Miss Eileen. Yes tomorrow is unknown but I think that's the beauty of it, so that we can look forward to its secret I would say. Lol! Great poem I love :) Eileen Manassian July 19, 2017 at 2:54 AM Yes, surprises and the unknown can be enticing in their own way. You're right. One must just enjoy there here and now to the max. Hugs an hanks.

Tim Smith July 17, 2017 at 7:34 AM Beautiful Eileen...our love will guide us on this rocky road. Eileen Manassian July 19, 2017 at 2:53 AM Thank you, Tim. If love is true...then the future is not one to fear, for love is there to cheer and uplift. :) I appreciate the visit.

Dean Wood July 16, 2017 at 3:26 PM Another lovely poem about the Savior's love. An eternal perspective keeps things in focus for me. Nicely written. I enjoyed it! - Dean Eileen Manassian July 17, 2017 at 4:25 AM Thank you, Dean. I guess one could see a spiritual side to this write, though it wasn't in my mind when I wrote it. Thank you for your lovely visit. Blessings.

Kim Rodrigues July 16, 2017 at 2:54 PM Lovely one, Eileen! <3 Fave! Eileen Manassian July 17, 2017 at 4:26 AM Thank you, Kim. I'm honored that you would fav this piece. Hugs

Silent One July 16, 2017 at 9:08 AM Nobody knows what the future holds, tomorrow has not arrived, it may never come.. This a deep emotive poem, that seems to be written from the bottom of your heart.. we yearn for answers, but sadly, only time will tell... Eileen Manassian July 17, 2017 at 4:33 AM I am a confessional poet most of the time. I write from what goes on in my heart. Some of it is embellished, some of it is raw, some of is fictitious longing...but all of it is me. Thank you for your visit.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart July 16, 2017 at 8:06 AM Beautiful Eilleen, lump in the throat beautiful. xomo! Eileen Manassian July 17, 2017 at 4:33 AM Ahhhhh...It touches me to know that my poem moved you, Maureen. Thank you for your kind visit, dear.

Demetrios Trifiatis July 16, 2017 at 5:09 AM Love, a prophesy that comes true each time the heart is loyal remains to its object of adoration! A magnetic poem so eloquently constructed my dearest, poetess and friend, Eileen! Superbly written! Eileen Manassian July 17, 2017 at 4:48 AM Filakia kai efkharisto. I am honored to know you and to have you as a dear friend. Thank you for your beautiful visit.