Category: Poem

  • Trapped

    My dreams a trap where I fall into without having any clue what awaits me. I go one step forward one step back try to continue being on track. In case I fall I will fight back and stand up following the target. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou, all rights reserved.

  • Divine Beauty

  • Souls

  • Crying Soul

    Gazing upon my soul tears are running in a flow in memory of my wounds, which crave deeply to be healed. Some time is passing by and my gaze is still lying there on the ruins of my soul like a hopeless kissing cure. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou, all rights reserved.

  • Enemies

  • Drunk Tears

  • Steaming

    Pure steaming rain poured on me and my soul faded away so came out the sun yearning for a new victim. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou, all rights reserved.

  • PROMPT

  • Olive-Tree

    Hope was hanging from an olive-tree and sang the song of freedom in peace and feverously. Birds and pigeons captured joined attuned to the magic song feeling meaningful and strong. But a branch of the olive-tree suddenly broke and fell free together with hope far into an empty hole. ©2025,…

  • Sorrows…