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Category: Poem

  • Emotions

    Silence falling deep a heavy sigh anger running high a desperate weep a great cry a tear running down bidding a last goodbye again, death silence a bunch of emotions buried in the very heart. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou, all rights reserved.

  • Reading Woman

    My gentle gaze followed her delicate lips, whispering the words letter by letter, like a magic spell. Then, suddenly, a slight snivel slipped from her sweet mouth that awakened my desire and tempted me to wish: Oh! If only I could be the magic words that have so far profoundly…

  • Spring

    Spring spurred the wings of my heart spread them wide open to let through a new sunrise. Hence, a long, warm, blooming scent spread over the shore of my gloomy soul endowing new bright blessings. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou, all rights reserved.

  • Eternity

    Tomorrow is dragging me forcefully but my glance falls on yesterday yearningly on my innocent youth that pushes me back repellently without fear taken over by curiosity. So, torn into two pieces I sink into an endless whole of eternal nothingness timidly. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou, all rights reserved.

  • Shadow

    I try to reach out to your shadow to pull you in my arms to smell your scent deeply to hold you tight in the madness of my desire. Yet, your love thousands of thorns painting my life in pure red and my heart is draining turning into white blankness.…

  • CANVAS

  • Damned Destiny

    I longed to fly but you cut off my wings, and I fell silent concealed myself there, deeply hidden in a corner. Oh, damned destiny! You shattered my life! ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou, all rights reserved.

  • Weep

    On the step of my heart kneeled my soul wished weepily, do never love again as I can’t bear any pain any longer that spills me deep into the gap on a dark path where there’s no today nor tomorrow. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou, all rights reserved.

  • Dream Birth

    A dream rooted deeply in my heart, it runs through my veins, climbs up the hills of my feeble mind, seduces my wits to conquer my being, and grows bigger and bigger day by day. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou, all rights reserved.

  • It rains

    In my soul, it rains heavily of sorrows and I mourn deeply my sacred chants. There outside the sun is shining painting my window with icons of blood. In silence, it rains around my being and I embrace my demons and saints. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou, all rights reserved.