My Burden

My love is a four-headed rose, what a monstrous beauty!

My love is a chaotic radio, I just can't mute it.

My love is a cold cup of tea, that everyone despises.

My love is an autonomous jukebox, always full of surprises.

That's what the people who don't know

whispered about me in the backseat of the train.

Luckily, they don't know that

My love is my heart's heavy burden, that makes me sink.

My love is a bird with no wings, that can't fly because it's sick.

My love is an abandoned library and its selves are filled with dust.

My love is a crying clown, that can't get rid of his mask.

My love is a well-locked trunk

and the key is burnt and broken

but I'm still waiting for

somebody to unlock it.

Maggie

Tranquillity

Tranquillity
is what I had
before you passed
in front of me,
just like my past

I suppose
you had a thing to catch
or to light a match
which would certainly ignite
even the darkest night

But let's not fool ourselves again.
What do we have to gain?
Let's just yield to my invisibility
so I can be with my tranquillity


~ The Daydreamer

 i was knocking the door
patiently and calmly
but there was no sign
that you were here....

You might have gone to the sea
to enjoy the wonderful sun
or walked through the park
to watch children playing happily
with their colourful balls...

Where are you now?
Why am i not able to see you?
Did you want to run away
from the loneliness that you felt?


I hear your voice
I think you are bursting into tears
loudly and painfully
All you need is a hug
plenty of love and understanding


Please be happy
You should do it for your sake
My little friend
I would never want to hurt your feelings

Now we are really close to each other
and you are asking me why i was not by your side
'' i was foolish enough
to take care of your appearance
instead of your personal value".


I know my tears cannot remove your pain
but i can offer them with  my whole heart
Is there any hope of making it up to you?

Mary Magra

The beholder

We walked the same path today 
We watched the same falling star last night
Under the same sky ,you couldn't see me
But I could feel you..

Here,where I'm standing now 
I still can see your fingerprints left on this door
And still smell your perfume in this path
But the question is why 
Why didn't you see me?

I was there.
In the most anxious moments
I'm still here in the most happy ones
Why couldn't you see?
Why you can't see?

Erin

The Scarf

Hidden in a drawer

when the sun disappears

it again appears

with its designs

to make me shine

like a diamond in the night

and with only one goal in mind

to keep me warm

and beautiful

~Xenitidou Panagiota

Good Morning

I ate the peaches

we need 10 more!

Do you remember the beaches

where we found love?

I booked the tickets for the island

you should sign the check

You are my skylark!

Oh, don't forget to feed the bird

~Xenitidou Panagiota

A Day

I saw a dead dog in the middle of the street yesterday

I was shocked

That night I went home, I listened to classical music and went to bed

~Xenitidou Panagiota

The sunflowers were bent

She was laying in the blue bed

The day passed in a blur.

RoseandDagger

This is just to say

I bought the red dress you wanted,

Yes, the one with the plunging neck and the feathers

-that would make him come crawling back to you-

Forgive me darling

but it looked much better on me.

RoseandDagger

A brush

This brush of mine

its wood so sweet

like candy found

on children’s teeth.

Its colour red and black

like a gift given, then taken back.

This brush of mine-

its teeth so sharp,

like the strings

of my old golden harp.

This brush of mine it combs my hair

so tightly that it doesn’t spare

a life or two to spread some joy

to the skull it will so ruthlessly destroy.

The Daydreamer

My love for you

 My love for you is like a phalaenopsis

 My love for you is like an orchid that only needs care to  survive

 My love for you is like a child that only seeks for attention

 My love for you is like a distant star begging to be seen

 But your love was only absorbing mine.

 by Ioanna and M.Kar

Four Seasons

It’s wooden or it’s plastic

It’s square or it’s rectangular

It’s organized yet messy

It’s overflowing yet lacking

It’s like a runaway or a cupboard under the stairs

It’s plain yet daring

It’s a true 50’s party and a rainbow feast

It’s private yet shared with sizes ranging from 6 to 14

Hiding all your secrets and your junk,

smelling of mothballs and lilac.

RoseandDagger

Dear Santa,

I'm not a kid anymore
but I want more, more and more
I want it all and I shout it aloud
I know my mother would be proud

I want some clothes and I want new boots,
for my wardrobe has grown roots
I want a house to built in the East
to have four bedrooms to say the least
I want to buy a vespa,
to have a fiesta,
to buy a car
and drive far
I wanna have a tattoo in my waist
and I want deluxe vacation to rest
I want it all and I want it now
I know my father would not allow

But first I want some luck
and my dead cat back
I want some love
for everyone to have
I need some fun
and a whole life plan
trips and gifts,
weddings and kids,
time and wealth,
youth and health
and peace all over the world,
a world where everyone could be enrolled.


Vicky Kyrmanidi

"Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall"

I am always there for her,
I am the only one she can trust
to reveal her the truth,
I am the only one she shows her real self to.

She can get away from anyone,
but not from me.
For I know who she really is.
Because she is me.

But i am not her.
I am just like her.
Because i am her reflection.

2old4this

Ιt stands on the wall

my house's round clock

it is running after time

counting every second which drops by

my clock is ticking

louder every day

like it is striving

something to say.

It breaks the silence

it is beating like a human heart

now the hour hand is pointing up

it is screaming <<hurry up>>

and then <<tick,tack,tick,tack>>

Ζ.Κ

My room is a wild jungle with books lying around.
My room is a wild jungle with clothes scattered everywhere.
My room is a wild jungle, where imagination lingers leisurely.
My room is a wild jungle, where my deepest secrets find a safe haven.
This is the only place where everything is in place
and whenever i come in, i know i am where i should be.
Because this wild jungle, which i call my room,
is my sanctuary.

2old4this

When I'm touching her skin

my cat is staring at me

with her curious eyes

she's jumping at my thighs

Z.K

Wake me up

I bought you on my trip to Prague,

You caught my eye with your faded pink colour,

You served me well all these months,

Countless refills of coffee and tea,

My one and only morning companion,

The only way to start the day.

But yesterday I was in a rush,

And I tripped over and broke you into a million pieces.

It was as if I lost a friend.

You will be missed my favourite mug.

N.K.

I wanted to visit you
while you were at the hospital,
but the memories i had
of these places,
held me back.

I am sorry,
i let you go through that alone.
You are better off
without me
but so am I..!

2old4this

My room is a wild jungle,
Piles of clothes are everywhere,
Empty mugs and coffee stains are lying here and there.

My room is a wild jungle,
Filled with secrets and mysteries that no one can know about,
With its pink walls resembling the warm November sunsets.

My room is a wild jungle, 
and so is my head.

N.K.

A love from heaven

                                   My love is a four-headed rose.

                        My love is a song of a bird.

                        My love is the rise of the sun.

                                                   

                        My love is the brightest star.

                       

                        My love is the flattering of an angel.

                        My love is a blooming garden.

                        My love is a laugh of a child.

                 

             My love is the most beautiful as it looks like you.

          

                                                                           Maria Karl.

My toothbrush

Standing there

sullen, sad, sympathetic

to her friends:

the toothpaste and the floss.

She's lonely in her cup

Tall and blue

Completely still

Waiting for me to use her.

My toothbrush is thinking of placing an ad

Like lonely people do, in need of a friend.

By Sini

My musical treatment

I really love it, you know!
It makes my day when I feel blue.
All I need to do 
is to turn it on and
let the music come out of it.
The songs are like my medication
when a day of mine is pretty awful.
And its speakers are like
the doctor who is saving my day
by giving me the songs.
When I am all alone in the house
I turn the music on too loud 
and my room becomes a concert hall
thanks to it
It really makes my day, you know!

by M.Kar.

The police car siren passing by,
           disturbed my peace.


                                       - 2old4this

sorry.
Sorry, for being so late this morning.
Sorry, for making you wait in the pouring rain.
I overslept and the roads were jammed.
Will you forgive me?
What if our next coffee is on me?
Sorry, again. I love you.

N.K.

Dear love

 My dear husband, I woke up for work but,

I realised that I wasn't in the mood so, I

will go for coffee.

You have to wash the dishes,

to do the ironing and to make breakfast for the kids

because I forgot them.

      Probably, you will make the

lunch, too, as I will go for shopping therapy!

       I love you, your kitty.

       

                                                      Maria Karl.

My winter's company

You are always with me when days get cold,

I feel you all over me like the sweetest hug.

You offer me protection all day long

And your fur is all I want.

I once forgot you at a club

It was only for some minutes, so please don’t get mad!

In your pockets you carry my stuff

And when I put your hood on I look tough.

You also match with everything I wear

Even with the t-shirt that’s from Clare!

         

                                  G.K

To you

I've been meaning to talk to you all these days
but I couldn't find a chance.
I care about you.
You mean everything to me.
When I am around you
everything is perfect.
When I am in your arms
all I can think about is you.
Let me be yours and, please,
be mine.
P.S. I really love you.

by M.Kar.

Sitting in my room, I hear the jiggling of your keys and smell your sweet perfume
You're leaving for work, again,
I run to the door and give you a tight hug

N.K.

Senses of the past

I saw it coming from miles away. I smelt its breath,

 I tasted its lips, I felt its arms. It was him, the person

               who I loved years ago.

                                                                          Maria Karl.

Apple Pie

A sunny day mum made apple pie

  I love it and I cannot lie

  Apple and cinnamon scent just make me wanna die

-G.K

With him

I hear the rain while smelling this T-shirt with his smell on it.
I remember our first moments together and our first kiss.
I am in love

by M.Kar.

An unusual doll

Round face

Decorated by curly, red hair

 And blue eyes as bright as pearls

Soft hands

 Tightly embrace you

 And make you feel wonderfully

 What is she looking for?

 Stars or moon?

 None of them!

She is looking for her charming prince

 Where is his kingdom?

 She is running faster and faster

 All of a sudden she disappeared...

 Where has she been?

 I woke up and i searched for her...

 Fortunately, it was a nightmare!

-Mary Magra

Her Best Friend

I am blue. Although the most usual colour,

I am her favourite.

She holds me tight

and I am like her best friend.

At first she presses me

in order to wake me up

and then she does not stop writing.

I have written projects, essays, poems.

In the summer I am on vacation,

as she does not need me so much.

But when the school starts,

I am here again fighting with the blanco!

F. Kar.

Pouring with rain

Inside my heart

I'm hearing the sounds of lightnings,

Watching the darken side

And wondering why we should be apart....

-Mary Magra

cold nights

sharp minds

cold nights

the light is out 

our thoughts are doubt

ice drinks

summer winds

the fire is out

my desire to shout

mellow skies

children's cries

the world is out

our feelings down

simple faces

slowly paces

no one is here

no one-

not even near.

by Sini

Poem for two

A petal,
two petals
spoilt by your love.

Could such a glorious action
be spoken of by doves?

- The Daydreamer

"That Morning"

The drops of the hot coffee

falling.

The sense of your cold absence

growing.

Smelling the steam of your illusion...

your aspect;

vivid, lurid, karmic.

My gap;

drear, violent, necrotic.

WHERE ARE YOU?

~by, theresnoend (a friend of our blog)

‘’ I ’’

Felt your lips moving, silently;

a change of feel, rapidly.

Murdering the frozen silence between us,

while, we are

forsaking ourselves to the oblivion.

Is it me?

Or, myself?

The one who’s gonna hover first,

up to the forgotten state.

Leaving me, lonely.

Feeling me, lonely.

Killing me, lonely.

~by, theresnoend (a friend of our blog)

Welcome Home

My heart pops out of pleasure

My heart skips a beat

My heart makes front flips on the trampoline

It is the conductor and my tail the wooden stick!

But you pass me with dispassion and without a little treat…

-G.K

Sweet 18

Today is your birthday!

You are 18 at last,

you're an adult.

I'm so glad for you

and I'm looking forward

to giving you your present.

I hope you like it,

it's very symbolic.

So, sweet 18,my love!

F.Kar.

Their countenance is sharp like knife

Their countenance is sharp like a blade

Their countenance sharp like the old shade

Their countenance is scary like a ghost

Their countenance makes me feel dizzy

Their countenance makes me feel like a stranger

And thus I vanish like a vapor

By N.P