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Category: Poem

  • Drunken

    I travel with your thought into a magic world where love is curing and blessing me with two fancy fairy wings, so I can fly up to the sky, joining the Angels and Gods and dance drunkenly to an endless love song. ©2024, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Freedom

    Heavy steps on empty streets searching for a faint light a hope that will grant them the wings of freedom. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou Who do we call a Genius? What traits should a Genius have? Here’s the answer, my Podcast-Video “The Genius – A Talk All About The Genius.”

  • Puzzle

    My heart is a fragile puzzle which falls apart since there’s a missing part and that’s you, my everlasting love. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou Who do we call a Genius? What traits should a Genius have? Here’s the answer, my Podcast-Video “The Genius – A Talk All About The Genius.”

  • The Nets of Love

    Your sea-blue eyes took me to the depths of the vast ocean into the nets of a dark love. Although, I experience a slow death, drowning minute by minute, the only thing I seek is to taste you for a moment, kissing your two lips, and to hear your tender…

  • Unveiling Truth

    The words hover heavily, the silence deepens vastly, the world rests blind and deaf. THE TRUTH WILL COME OUT. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • 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