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Category: Poem

  • Bare Trees

    Bare stand the trees in the freezing cold, and next to them pass people, indifferent, forgetting the adorned green freshness that once they offered selflessly and longed for so much when the sun scorched everyone and everything. But time does not stop; it turns endlessly, and summer will come again…

  • Balm

    Sweet words, balm for the wounds, but tears flow endlessly since the first ones turned out to be bitter fairy tales. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Out of Order

    My soul wears spread wings and my heavy heart between, frail, jittery hands, my mind dissolves over time. I look around, lost, perfectly out of order. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Forever

    The mind cannot contain the pain that the soul carries, so it fights to erase yesterday and today hone in on tomorrow, but the soul has a deep gaze that embraces all of time forever. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Reckless

    My lone reckless heart, amidst countless emotions, gives bold fights to last. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Pious Fear

    Vast, bright, captivating horizons reveal before me, and my shaky hand reaches out with all heart and pure bliss, but the mind captured in chains of fear piously resists freedom. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • GIFT

    Two small crumbs of love I crave from you crazily to gift me, but you just donate a wicked smile as if I’m an insane beggar, reminding me that love isn’t a mere present but must be earned. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Tragic Heart

    Love covered in a cloak of pain embracing and tearing me in thousand pieces in a play of foolish love stories. But sanity -still- is holding on strong and carries humorous this tragedy on the shoulders of the crushed heart. ©2024, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Primal

    The paths of the heart, untrodden, with sighs echoing within the void, embracing the darkness with the hope that they might find, even a spark of light and a voice that will shout loudly, “I love you.” ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Hidden

    I cry day and night, without being at fault, nor knowing the reason why, since life keeps its mysteries hidden deep. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou