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Category: Poem

  • Shame on you

    Fear stepped onto my soul, trampled on it relentlessly. Helpless, it curled up together. When suddenly courage rose regnant like thunder. It endowed it with two tremendous wings. Then the soul rose breezily upwards until fear froze terribly and withdrew in shame. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou #fear #soul #courage #life #lifelessons

  • Grievance

    The beat of my heart is singing a song with unbearable sorrow about Love. Its silent, crying night and day in a grievance, merely saying: Oh my love, my sweet-bitter love how could you smash my heart so much? ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Comeback

    My invisible wounds lay open and my silent tears are falling into a deep well of sorrow. Yet, inside my head a voice is crying loud: The cruelty of life has brought me to my knees, but the hope of life will keep me alive and bring me back on…

  • Vagrant Soul

    The soul wanders every night senseless in a foreign body among fake scents seeking a love that will stick to it like endless eternal skin. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Tabula Rasa

    Lofty snowflakes embracing Black Earth disguise it in white innocence. A picturesque memento brings childhood back to life vividly. Laughing, playing, rolling in the snow, a sound that keeps blowing up old memories. Juncture, A New Age of Life and heavy raindrops falling, washing off, slowly the refound echoes. After…

  • Arisen Love

    One day, dawn arises and awakens love hidden deep within the soul. Carrying rays, will caress the lonesome heart, giving it wings adorned with passionate love, so it flies into the vast. Suddenly, here starts a journey with an unknown destined destination in the name of mad love. ©2025, Vasiliki…

  • Damned Day

    Time passes by, and I want to say goodbye to this endless, unbearable pain. Without any regret with the only wish to forget, that damned day, once I have you met. ©2023, Vasiliki Papadopoulou.

  • Ashes

    Wounded souls hidden in the dark forgotten and scorned they don’t talk, just lurk for lovely days. Those days, who will reignite the outworn, burned ashes back to life, so they can strive for new passions. ©2023, Vasiliki Papadopoulou.

  • A Conversation with Love

    Once, I asked Love. Why do you hate me? It returned, surprised: My poor dear, why this kind of question? I answered, you never do comfort my tortured heart and soul. And Love responded: I torment your spirits to get you prepared, so you can embrace when true Love arrives…

  • Sinister

    Prisoned, endlessly I seek a sinister hope, patiently awaiting, boldly in an unyielding life, the day of death. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou.