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Category: Poem

  • Unearthly

    I will never forget the tears I shed for this unearthly love. Though bitter and sweet, it left a deep scar on my soul, a forever-empty space like a wide hole that will never heal. ©2026, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Miraculous

    Hope might be an illusion, but it’s an illusion that keeps me alive. Holding on to the impossible, to the impossible dream that, at times turns into a real miracle. ©2026, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Decayed

    Poor eyes wide open and bitter lips tightly sealed, witness this vile world, one tragically decayed, still, trying hard to ignore. ©2026, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Storm

    There’s this storm of doubt not letting me go after my happiness, it’s hunting me down with cruel despair until I break under- the will of the world. ©2026, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Forever Yours

    I remember your eyes kissing all over my body, and me tormented shivering with frenzied agony to surrender entirely to this great love. Thus, I kissed these loving eyes softly. as proof of my- admitted defeat of being forever, yours.   ©2026, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Sharp

    Once your eyes used to tell me “I Love You” but now they seem so empty and they break my heart. I don’t know what or who is to blame, if it’s the bitter time that passed sharply over us or if I didn’t love you enough with passion. The…

  • Blast

    Hearts are in ashes scattered among hope and pain, cold wind, sudden blasts. ©2026, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Evil Eye

    There’s this evil eye nested in my soul, trying to break free from the world’s myriad misdeeds, as it can’t take it anymore, watching how the sphere is becoming too much to bear, since everything gets destroyed, what once was so dear, built by humankind’s precious hand. ©2026, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Dark Veil

    Heavy is the sigh of the world like a dark veil it embraces the earth crushing hope, which struggles to stay alive. ©2026, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Providence

    You are the mark on my body burning deep into my soul, taking over my will, and being to raise me high- up to the luminary to sing together with God’s blest choir to praise the grace of heaven’s gifts. ©2026, Vasiliki Papadopoulou