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Category: Poem

  • Self-Reflection

    It follows a poem by the Greek poet Kostas Stergiopoulos. It reflects the battle between ostensibility and our deep inner self—translation made by me. The Unknown In our dark bowels residessomeone who holds the key to our existence,always lost, alone, and unsolved,with a memory older than the world, burdenedwith all…

  • Heart of Stone

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  • Nature

    I have the urge to merge all my senses with nature. To dig in deeply with my fingers into the moist black soil and feel the grounded energy, which brings all to life. I crave to dive into clear water, rinse away all my sins, and be reborn with a…

  • One Way

    Merely endless paths drive me to your heart, far away from loneliness and miserable places. Tightly embraced I hear your heartbeat like an erotic hymn that is healing my torturous death. I beg you, my Angel, let me curl up upon your knees and surrender to a vast paradise. 2024,…

  • Rescue

    The night a black knife cutting my heart into pieces. An eternal torment a past wound overflowing drowning me in a deep pond of sorrow. I try to swim against the wave of emotions. So, I swirl around without touching any ground in the risk of losing myself on the…

  • Withering Gaze

    Your gaze, a sword, tearing up my heart, and blood is pouring all over my soul, sinking me into sorrow. Once, I believed in Love, your unconditional Love, but here I am fighting to keep alive the pieces of my life in a battle that is already lost. ©2025, Vasiliki…

  • Soulmate

    Bodies, shells of souls, travel around the vast world to find their true mate. So, they can share the vowed destined path as they crave to fulfill in this life journey. We call it a soulmate, a spiritual connection sheltered under divine protection against all evil and disaster, and lasts…

  • Roaming Hope

    The heart beats, but the soul withers in the embrace of loneliness. And hope? Hope wanders in foreign, distant alleys carefree, since life is so harsh. Thus, hope remains something distant yet so desired for a lifetime. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Ecstatic Journey

    My soul is dancing to the beautiful sound of harmony, a melody that journeys me to the universal skies of fantasy, where the soul finds its everlasting ecstasy. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Growth of Love

    Tormenting fate prevented her from feeling sincere love. But still, she believed in love and kept waiting year by year. Till all gone white and old, she knew, love doesn’t hunt; it’s inside you. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou