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Category: Poem

  • Catching Stars

    I grabbed a fine star picked from the grand night sky and placed it into my heart to shine glossy, provide strength to my delicate, grazed soul, so I can stride feistily proud of my printed path to hunt down fortune. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Inner Child

    Tears sprinkled my heart, and it sank into deep sorrow, grieving the happy moments of youth when life seemed endless. Alas, coming of age brought bitterness through uneven struggles and unfair defeats. Now, my heart in deep sorrow is craving in agony to release all memory of the unruly child.…

  • Wither

    Beauty withered in the passage of time like the beautiful flowers when they wither their tender petals fall one by one worn out by old age. I ask. What will become of life without its candid beauty? Since in this world, people only madly seek obvious beauty and stubbornly reject…

  • For Aye

    Calamity befell me, Love fell from heaven off guard, for the soul already knew it was lost for aye. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Spell of Magic

    Years are flowing like a river in the spell of time. In these, I grow relentlessly, hunting for felicity and facing pain and misery as a way of destiny to find the magical place called paradise. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Deathtalk

    Cunningly, death smiled at me, wanting me to crumble I uncommonly faced it heroically and retorted promptly: “Death is dead to me, but life is so dear.” Thus, I cut off all my fear, and the threat of death disappeared, cause love for life fills me with valor so that…

  • Worn Out

    The weather changed, turning cold; the nights grew longer and darker. My body shivers incessantly, feeling the pain of your absence. My mind stopped thinking, caught in the trap of loneliness. Inside, I’m changing like the weather becoming cold like a stone. I’m bleeding, tired of this love. ©2025, Vasiliki…

  • Echoes of Love

    Wandering through the echoes of my heart. I remember your incredible smile, your delicate hands caressing my face, your soft lips, filling me with passion; my soul fainting and surrendering to that miraculous feeling of Love. Though I do live in these echoes, trying to keep them alive, with all…

  • Creative Woe

    A writer’s gloomy inspiration. It is to find their destination through writing to bring light to all mankind. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

  • Tombstone

    Many years have passed since that morning when you closed the door you left me alone with the memory of our shared life. Then I thought I wouldn’t endure my heart would break under the weight of that unexpected separation. Now, here you are on this corner of the street…