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Category: Poem

  • About Love

  • Lonely Companion

    I chose loneliness for my companion, my heart is broken, and my wounds open; natheless, with my head held high, I wander through this world. I glare at others when they fly from happiness when I lick my wounds, sinking onto the grounds. Though it’s this loneliness that keeps me…

  • Beyond

    We will live one life together beyond tomorrow, beyond yesterday, only stay here in the here and now, and let’s go side by side wherever you desire. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Essence

    My essence, a wall of pain steadfast amid cold, coarse scorn, fostering a light of hope somewhere, must be love. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Stand Tall

    My heart has fought countless clashes so far, yet it has stayed complete, one part in this world of madness— a creation of wars, envy, and conceit. Where love just happens to be an escort only to pass the time and then move on to another Valentine. Still, with all…

  • Motionless Words

    Black words on white paper, motionless and senseless, lying around staring at their creator, who’s lost in theories of stuck old doctrines, and tries to scrub his brain to find his enlightenment again. But delusion governs over him, dictating the organ from mind to hand. Thus, our creator can’t resist…

  • Hell’s Paradise

    Silent words tickling my lips trying to reveal my heartfelt pain that arises arcane like an inferno fire to a song of an angel’s choir. Oh father, alas! You left me on paths. Cruel and unlighted and thus, I was guided to a swirling sea of sins. Hell or Paradise…

  • Bleeding

    The sky bleeds the clouds, crimson red, drown my heart, and it endures the pain with head held high because it knows that this world is embedded in myriad unfairness. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Frozen Dead

    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…

  • Bashert

    Autumn arrived with a heavy, air- piercing cold, overturning my heart, becoming blithe to the passion it once so utterly felt. Feelings falling off like the leaves from the strong tree trunk and bid farewell without any regret, cast off for a new land full of hope to meet one’s…