The shadow's unrest
Opened up portals in their minds
Until the shadow rests.

Dimitri Chad (4th grade)

 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?

Maria Magra

I am not going to describe only an event
That took a leading role in my life
But also a person who deeply affected it

When i was one years old
My cousin was born
Bringing plenty of happiness to my family
This girl is considered to be the sister
I have never had, as being an only child

Understanding my need of company
She was by my side and supported me
Warmly embracing me and giving hope
And security i was waiting for

Today, my heart is broken
And i cannot stop crying
As my boyfriend broke up with me
And he confessed he fells in love
With a really special girl

My hope flew away
And my rosy, romantic world
Was totally collapsed

My cousin invites me
To her lovely house
To cheer me up
She lightens candles,
She throws the red petals of rose
In the colourful carpet of living room
And she buys a bottle of white wine.

Suddenly, she decides to tell
Me the harsh truth
It was her that fell in love
With my ex-boyfriend,
Contributing to my unhappiness.
I wish i could forgive her!

Maria Magra

Haiku

  The lake is blue
Five children are drowning
  The wind does not stop
                  
                         By Mrs Ivashkov

ICE

You can freeze a tongue
with your icy taste
White and blue are the
colours that you took.
There is water inside you
in case they melt you.
Your coldness feels like
a knife to my soul
but deep down in the sun
your heart is full of warm.

                   By Mrs Ivashkov

Love Ruined

Oh my darling, your love is ruined!

Your flaming desires

Driven by the screaming thunders,

And the darkest fires,

Have selfishly poisoned

My lovelorn heart,

Keeping us together

By holding us apart.


(After William Blake's "The Sick Rose")

The Daydreamer

Best Meal

From the kitchen a delicious smell derived

So tasty and salty

The fresh fish were there so relishable

Waiting to be devoured.

Elena M.

OCEAN

The ocean's waves

his eyes bright blue

the kind you'll never forget.

The ocean sways

his eyes don't move

some choices you can't just regret.

The ocean goes

his eyes still fixed

inside her not so joyful mind.

The ocean's gone

the bright blue stayed

and if it's wrong, she doesn't mind.

Maggie

Oblivion

(After "Wild Nights,Wild Nights" by Emily Dickinson)

Precious Moments, Precious Moments

They should be

They should mean

Everything!

Relevant -the time-

To those precious moments

Affecting them

Changing them

In such a wonderful place

They travel the soul

But, oh -tonight-

They are lost!

Elena M.

Humanity

He is a slave

with blood on his dry hands

scratches on his rough knees

and dirt all over his tired face

and he believes in humanity

he believes in people

he believes in our world's improvement

he has faith in every single person he meets

that they will, all together, make this world a better place for those who are yet to come.

And you, daddy didn't buy you that dress you wanted

and you don't believe in people anymore.

Maggie

The Purple One

Necessary as water for the human body

Expensive like a diamond

Useful to keep things but

Also beautiful and fashionable

Hard to separate from you

Your heart contains all the good things

And they're all my things

You are my favourite one

You are my purple one!

Elena M.

Freaks come out at night 
like me 
girl too lost 
girls like me
empty roads and corners screaming your name
you're too gone
far too gone, far too soon
at empty roads and corners my memories lying..
you were lying 
I hold them close
I hold you close

Tears come out at night
when you're too gone 
far too gone, far too soon 
Freaks come out at night..
looking for you

Vassia B.

Haiku

Hey look at the sky!
It's so great and full of stars.
Oh, I love summer!

F. Kar.

[The calm sea]

The sea sleeps

how can she sleep?

All has gone.


Maria Karl.

What Time Is It?

I'm a black handwatch with big gold numbers.
I live in a little white box and I show the time
to different people with different hands and
different reactions. I am made of steel and
I am resistant to water. I feel like man because
I make my owners excited, anxious, afraid, angry, disappointed.
I am full of stripes and holes and although they do not care about me
I embrace them with loyalty.


I am an old watch but beautiful, big, heavy and costly.
People usually admire me while they say in a humorous way:
“Time is money” 

Maria Karl.

The Word Friendship

The word friendship is priceless


refreshing and impressive, luxury of
mutual love, and savoring protection


full in the soul and feeling
like feather


tolerant skin
hurt, wounded, provoked into
trust, and loyalty


giving
and taking, smile and hug
of affection.

Maria Karl. (after The Word Plum by Helen Chasin)

Dear Grandpa,
yesterday on the way from Uni
back to home
I came across an old man
with white hair and friendly smile.
Just like you.
He was holding his granddaughter's hand.
The young lady had a barbie schoolbag
and was eating vanilla ice.
Just like me.
I'm not sure if it was real
or just my sorrow
living in a big city
all alone.
I only want meet new people
but I must be invisible for them.
With love,
G


Georgia N.

My Haiku

The Lake

The water is green.
The lake smells of decadence.
A black duck is seen.

Picking season

My Lavender fields
-in a sea of orange thyme-
wait to be Picked.

Dead Birds

The peony-red!
startled with shocking images
of dead birds and such...

Guilt

Homes smell of pie
Outside the rain washes
Away the guilt

By Sini

You Kill Time

You kill time. You
Like crime. You

Have a gun. You
Fight none. You

Eat bread. You 
Stay dead. You

Make Love. You 
Rise Above.

By Sini (after Gwendolyn Brooks' We Real Cool)

You are

Hundreds of thousands of mountains away 
you are 
Five thousands miles apart from my arms 
you are
Just a breath away from my heart
you are
As my dreams steal you away and 
you 
come in my bed each sleepless and cold night 

Yona

Eyes Of A Sorcerer

                                      Eyes;
                            Speak to me
                     Calm my frenzy heart
              Bring joy to an empty fountain
     Call for rain to cleanse our tainted years
                              Content 
                            May you be


Yona
(based on "A Christmas Tree" by William Burford)

Pasticcio

My mum's pasticcio is marvelous in my mouth.
The mincemeat's spices smell so great.
The long and leaky spaghettis are sliding in my throat, while the hot cheese is hanging.
The best is its hot and soft bechamel that's stuffing my mouth!


F. Kar.

Someone Beloved

My grandfather's face looks like a worn out 
book
My grandfather's face looks like a rose full of thorns
My grandfather's face looks like the moon when it's full
My grandfather's face looks like a pavement full of wholes.
How I miss you grandfather with your bright jokes.

My grandfather's face looks like the roots of a tired oak
My grandfather's face looks like the tide that engulfs the shore
My grandfather's face looks like the map of lands unknown 
My grandfather's face looks like the years that have all been gone.
He just knows how to be strong.

My grandfather's face looks like the most beautiful song!


Yona

The lilac notebook

My secret chamber
is the lilac notebook.
Its hard cover
like a sleepless guardian
keeps the well-locked remains
of a childhood drifted with the wind,
an adolescence like a curt lightning.
Its soft pages
with their nostalgic lavender scent
unfold the untold stories
of a girl too fragile
for the cruel world.
A girl whose shelter
will always be
the lilac notebook.

Maggie

FALL

A yellow leaf falls
a lonely girl crossed the street
soon the lake will freeze.

Maggie

"Waiting For You"

No one knows how you're feellin'.
They don't care about it, really.

You write "HELP" with your own blood,
but everyone thinks that you are mad.

'Cause no one cares about you, the way I do,
and I'm here, by your side, if you want me to.

By, LostInMemories

"Tonight"

Your absence is like
the winter's chilly breeze through
my defenceless heart.

By, LostInMemories

I take pride in my family

As each member has a special characteristic

Accompanied with golden heart

My mother's hug functions

Like a powerful medicine

My father's eyes are shining

Like little stars

My grandpa's face is as as playful as a child

My cousin's hair is long

And as soft as silk

My family will take a photo

Please, everybody smile!

Embraced and happy

will solve our problems

Our past can be easily forgettable

we are able to build a strong future.

My family is a beautiful, colourful garden

with many flowers

A sky with bright moon

A heart that beats rhythmically and synchronically...

-your perfume-

some days i get up,

 and i can not even breathe

 if not next to you

i love the smell of

 flowers in the summer, and

yours in the winter

spring is really my

favourite season, leafs go

down, but love goes up.

A.M

RoseandDagger

             I have to leave you my love
             for I can't take no more.
             I know you can't forgive me
             but I hope,
             that you won't miss me.

             I always loved to sing,
             which was something that you,
             just couldn't see.
             The kids are left with you
             so please don't think of the taboo.

            by Mrs Ivashkov

Your voice sounds like an angel
  Your voice sounds like a bird
  Your voice sounds like a spirit
  Your voice sounds like the Eve
But when you shout to your husband
your voice reminds me of a nasty baby

by Mrs Ivashkov

Not Leaving But Waiting (After Stevie Smith's "Not Waving But Drowning")

I was wrong, I know.
It was all my mistake.
But I was there, I am still there.
And not leaving but waiting.


Waiting for an excuse.
Waiting for a hug, a kiss, a smile.
"Don't you worry, everything is ok."
That was all I was waiting to hear.


I could not let you go away,
Because I love you so much.
That is why I am here.
And not leaving but waiting.




Devoted to my boyfriend
F. Kar.

A Tribute To You

You, the people who've brought me to life,

love me unconditionally.

You are delighted with my happiness

and sorrowful with my sadness.

There is no way i can ever repay you,

for what you've done, is more than

giving birth to and nurturing a child.

You gave me life from your life

and spurred me on to follow my dreams.

The least i can do for you

is become a person that you are proud to call

Your Child, Your Daughter, Your Own.

2old4this

The Brightest Star

Is me
Hidden under the sun's shine
No moon appears
No moon can find
someone's willing eyes

Is me
Living next door
Living inside
the soul of a poor
Help, my passion subsides

Is me
The one who despairingly fights
to find the unique
before beauty dies
and someone to kiss my cheek

Is me
Looking for my place
Not gone too far
Need to tie my lace
I lost my path

Is me
Not much time left
I must hurry for my deeds
Have to fulfill my heart's bequest
before it bleeds

Is me 
Who will conquer the world
and my clothes will be made of light
I will be myself's lord
because then i am going to be bright

~Xenitidou Panagiota

TOUCH ART

What happens when we touch art?

Do we plunge into its abyss

And get consumed?

Do we get trapped in its maze,

End up confused?

Do we taste our newfound freedom

And find release?

Do we nourish our wisdom

And watch our souls cry?

Or do we touch the sky?

Maggie