Frozen Dead

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Ashes became

your tender kisses

that you once gave me

on fiery nights.

They faded with the passage of time,

and it feels like a sad dream

to be here

kneeling, beside your cold body,

praying to God

to take me from this world

and let me rest in your embrace

forever.

©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

Andromache Mourning Over Body of Hector, Jacques-Louis David

8 responses to “Frozen Dead”

  1. SRIKANTH Avatar

    This is absolutely breathtaking and profoundly moving. The way you’ve woven together the contrasting sensations of “fiery nights” and “cold body” is devastatingly powerful. The opening image—of memories turning from tender kisses into ashes—is a metaphor of stunning perfection, capturing how love and grief can exist in the very same space. This isn’t just a poem about loss; it’s a raw and intimate portrait of a soul yearning to transcend the boundaries of life and death to find peace in a final, eternal embrace. Thank you for sharing such a deeply personal and beautifully sorrowful piece Vasili 🌷🤝

    1. papadosshortstories Avatar

      Thank you so much, Srikanth. I’m moved by the impact my poem had on you, and I appreciate your kind and supportive words. ☺️🙏🌹

  2. Willie Torres Jr. Avatar
    Willie Torres Jr.

    Heartbreaking and beautifully written. A deep expression of love, loss, and longing.

    1. papadosshortstories Avatar

      Thank you so much, Willie. I’m happy you liked it. ☺️🙏🧡🌹

      1. Willie Torres Jr. Avatar
        Willie Torres Jr.

        You are very welcome

  3. Warren Richards Avatar

    Forever! Lovely!

    1. papadosshortstories Avatar

      Thank you so much😊 🙏 🌹

      1. Warren Richards Avatar

        You’re welcome!

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