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Category: Poem

  • God-Sent

    Weak hopes do not fly on the horizon of courage they remain tied to the fertile ground of cowardice and patiently await only a miracle God-sent. ©2026, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Sound Sleep

    I lie myself in comfort to protect my mind and soul from the monstrous, wicked world, sleeping, let me be. ©2026, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Life in Plastic

    Happiness grew tired of jolling among- a fake and fleeting world, that carries plastic souls exposed like scenes, seeking a minute’s fame. And when it finally sets amidst anguish and sorrow, then the tragic souls try to wear other faces to cover their unrepentant sins. ©2026, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • RIP

    You tear me apart and put me back together in a never-ending, tragic game and I sit here watching like an old movie my fate marching on the lifeless road. So, I simply wait with hands crossed for a slow death that will save me from a destructive LOVE. ©2026,…

  • Mature

    Love commanded by the mind is a conscious, calm love, bound, devoted- to face all hardships come what may. It doesn’t hang on kisses since it is found on other various blisses. And what about the soul? This doubtless finds its way to soothe itself in the security of indisputable…

  • Social Atrophy

    Untiring, the clock is ticking, time vile runs by, unstoppable the world grows, falls into lethargy, corrupted to the core, there’s a light of hope resisting the darkness. Can humans be saved? ©2026, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Unleashed

    Oh! This Love heavy on my heart unleashed all my reticence and here I’m now carrying the pieces of my heart between my hands, craving for a cure to mend it. ©2026, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Irrational

    The heart beats wildly and the mind loses its senses at the sound of your love, it shatters my being wholeheartedly into a thousand pieces scattered and I cannot gather them since I burn when I touch anything of yours. Herewith, I confess you’re my nemesis.   ©2026, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Blessings

    Stars shining above me thousands of blessings are pouring on earth I catch them fast with joy, as the sun will rise soon and burn all my hopes. ©2026, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Curses

    Curses are hurled to the right and to the left and love, in the middle, bows humbly fearing a disaster. All that remains for it is a prayer to the highest master to intervene promptly, and God willing for peace on earth to be endlessly spread. ©2026, Vasiliki Papadopoulou