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Category: Poem

  • Emptiness

    Drunken in loneliness, embraced by space, and silence is reaching out for my wounded soul like an angel of death. My salvation, –your eyes– depicted in my mind. Yet I’m feeling blind, without a touch of yours that would magically wipe out all bad memories of a long-ago past life,…

  • Rising High

    The mountains lay majestically before melike life itself,but I did not let myself be intimidated.And so I set out to accomplish this arduous task.I climbed piece by piecefrom rock to rockthe brittle life,unmindful of pain, sorrow, and sufferingbriefly reveling in joy and happiness.And so I struggled through.Day by day,week by…

  • Shredded Soul

    My soul in shreds falls from the sky like heavy rain, painting the earth in pitch black, and the drops of my blood like fertile seeds Is there still a hope of love sprouting into deep red roses. for my anguished soul? ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Atonement

    Undawning nights wafting into nowhere with the company of the moon shining humbly upon the sinful souls, which are hiding under ashes. They are devoutly waiting for the Savior and God so to be rewarded by a redeeming death. ©2024, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Silent Love

    True love, lonesome, grows vastly strong in the rhythm of a soft, tender heartbeat between the deep, vast silence of mutual understanding. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Passed

    Years have passed with them, the joys like sudden flashes of lightning. Also the sorrows have passed like slow-moving turtles which were displeasing. And thus irrevocably the years have rolled by. So somewhere here ends the journey of life and what remains is its bittersweet taste. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Sting

    Your glance a fierce stabbing sting piercing deep into my unarmed heart and rocking every part of my frail body. ©2023, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Brave Heart

    In the war of love, relentless blows received the brave heart that constantly lurks with longing and tender heartbeat like a woeful song. And even if it was wounded and shed pure blood it never stopped hoping for a strong and true love. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Moth to the Flame

    My heart a candle burning firm, vigorously, and innocent love like moths to the ardent flame embrace it bravely. At last, just ashes remain. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Bittersweet Death

    Grief enlaced me like a snake its enemy, and strangled every breath, breath by breath. Instead, it breathed a nebula of helplessness into me until I drunkenly surrendered to the bittersweet death. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou