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Category: Poem

  • Distraught

    My reeling heart can’t bear witnessing bitter tears running down your rosy, tender, innocent cheeks, carving indelible tracks of pain and drowning you endlessly in a pond of sorrow. Thus, it tears my heart apart, pain sinking into your tears. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Grinded

    Hope hangs from a fragile thread desperately to live a life full of joy and tender love. But in this humanity only vanity and envy reign. And so, hope, frightened and vulnerable, breaks apart piece by piece until it disappears into the endless darkness. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Forever Mine

    When you look at me, all my miseries fade away. When you smile at me, life becomes a harmonious movie. When you say my name, angels, floating around me, singing a spellbinding tune. It’s you -my heaven on earth- being my anchor to my happy ending in life. ©2025, Vasiliki…

  • Wretched

    Wretched soul walks alone on dusty roads with the wish to cast off the burden from its soul that torments it unimaginably, devilishly. And as it walks sadly, only with hope rooted in its heart that at its end it will find the salvage it so fervently seeks out. ©2025,…

  • Broken

    I don’t ask for the stars but only for your comrade to hold me tight and love me ardently. Theron, I offer you my soul, and even if broken devoutly, I will adore you until I hand it over to heaven’s vast realm. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Catching Stars

    I grabbed a fine star picked from the grand night sky and placed it into my heart to shine glossy, provide strength to my delicate, grazed soul, so I can stride feistily proud of my printed path to hunt down fortune. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Inner Child

    Tears sprinkled my heart, and it sank into deep sorrow, grieving the happy moments of youth when life seemed endless. Alas, coming of age brought bitterness through uneven struggles and unfair defeats. Now, my heart in deep sorrow is craving in agony to release all memory of the unruly child.…

  • Wither

    Beauty withered in the passage of time like the beautiful flowers when they wither their tender petals fall one by one worn out by old age. I ask. What will become of life without its candid beauty? Since in this world, people only madly seek obvious beauty and stubbornly reject…

  • For Aye

    Calamity befell me, Love fell from heaven off guard, for the soul already knew it was lost for aye. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Spell of Magic

    Years are flowing like a river in the spell of time. In these, I grow relentlessly, hunting for felicity and facing pain and misery as a way of destiny to find the magical place called paradise. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou