Eileen Manassian Poet Sonnet

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The Worst of Deaths

The saddest thing in life, some think is death,
for separation is a deep abyss.
No longer can one talk to loved one gone,
and lips still hunger of the lover's kiss

Yet sadder seems to be the death of love.
A life that's shared devoid of passion's flame
is seen in eyes that fill with cold disdain.
When lips refuse to kiss, one turns in shame.

Two souls apart, yet one by others seen.
A shroud mistaken for a lover's veil
that covers not a frenzied warm embrace
Just requiem of love in stifled wail

The death of love is worse than death of life,
If yet unsure of this, then ask a wife

Eileen Manassian

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Paige Hind August 1, 2024 at 2:11 PM So real, bleeds real sorrow...the tone and diction were powerful, "A life that's shared devoid of passion's flame is seen in eyes that fill with cold disdain. When lips refuse to kiss, one turns in shame." so tragic, yet you have described it perfectly....

Charles Reese April 8, 2024 at 8:09 PM You are a very gifted poetess. This is a perfect English Sonnet in every way. The words are very thought provoking.

Robert Lindley September 23, 2020 at 5:08 AM Great sonnet my friend. God bless ....

Timothy Hicks May 3, 2020 at 12:33 PM The love gives meaning to the life .... so if the physical death comes after the death of love ... well ... it's just a formality at that point. It's a powerful sonnet with a timeless message. Well done.

Andrea Dietrich April 20, 2020 at 4:29 PM oh wow, now THAT's a SONNET. A Fave for me, woman!!

Lindsay Laurie April 19, 2020 at 6:29 PM Hello Eileen … your sonnet is wonderfully written Eileen. I truly did enjoy - thank you Eileen - Lindsay

Jc Hawkens April 17, 2020 at 6:08 PM It is a sadness like a death inside. A pain that one can only feel to hide. I felt this poem deep down to my core. Wonderful musings. I hope all is well. JC Hawkens

Frances Byrne April 12, 2020 at 7:29 PM Hi Eileen, What pain your poem portrays. The loss of love and life is so painful. Look after yourself, Frances Eileen Manassian April 14, 2020 at 5:24 AM Thank you, Frances, for your visit. Life is not devoid of pain...nor is it devoid of joy. :)

Richard Lamoureux April 12, 2020 at 9:56 AM Blessings for Easter. Hugs Rick.

David Mchattie April 11, 2020 at 1:21 PM Wonderful poem. I agree with you but I am not eager to judge them definitely,,, since I would have to die. But there is no doubt the pain of a lost love is extreme. Have a great day my friend.

John Watt April 9, 2020 at 2:29 PM Wishing this weren't true. Powerful poetry from your golden pen, Eileen. Hope all is well with you ~ John

Richard Lamoureux April 4, 2020 at 5:08 PM Dropping by with a hi and a hug.

Richard Lamoureux April 1, 2020 at 2:11 PM Yes indeed the loss of love is painful. Especially when she sees it being lavished on another. Mind you the opposite scenario is equally as devastating. Hugs Rick.

Paul Callus April 1, 2020 at 12:29 PM Death comes but once and then it's gone...on the contrary when love dies, its painful ache renews itself each day. Very touching, Eileen. Hugs // paul

Charlie Smith April 1, 2020 at 12:20 PM Passionately sad Eileen, well done...

Caren Krutsinger March 31, 2020 at 11:21 PM Sadder by far “the death of love” if we believe in eternal life. We need to also believe in “eternal love.” I liked the romanticism of your poem.

John Lawless March 31, 2020 at 9:13 PM WOW....and another...WOW. The final couplet plunged the dagger deep. Great sonnet Eileen

Leo Larry Amadore March 31, 2020 at 9:04 PM A sad sonnet indeed you have offered us Eileen, and one crafted with thought and emotional impact, and for that I thank you. I especially enjoyed and admired your zinger last line.

Gordon Mcconnell March 31, 2020 at 7:12 PM A great piece penned with great wisdom and insightful thought Eileen, indeed the death of love is indeed terribly sad. We would wish that wife's knew more of real love so to be their real experience. Keep well and healthy, Blessings be yours always, Gordon