Tag: Poetry

As the sun melts into the lake, The sky erupts in a mess of bright colours.   Splashes of orange, red and yellow paint a breathtaking landscape.   This moment, when the sun meets the lake, seems to last forever.   The colours spread and darken more and more, Like the work of an indecisive artist, Who vies to stay true to his art.   And even when the sun disappears altogether, The colours linger. These phantoms, slowly dying out, Hold onto the memory of a blazing sun Who once…

1.What I need Never knew It would be so complicated My feelings For me Myself And I The time I spent On my bed In my head Never knew It was the reason why It got out I went out Of control Mind connected to body Suddenly it’s a hobby To stay in bed In my head Spin out of control And drown in the covers The stomach rolls Empty I crawl out Go back To the place Where the people are Where they can see And I show them…

There once was a young flame; fickle and new, And with every wish, it heated and grew, Nearly melting all the wax through and through. “Hey, slow down, you!” Warned the paraffin shrew. Ignored, the wax thought “If only it knew”. Yet with rage, the hot flame yearned to pursue, Its wild orange dream of burning for two. And so the fervent flame would not subdue, Yet, indeed, the young fire did misconstrue, And sadly, drowned in a warm waxy stew. “Why do I bother trying to dissuade you!? What…

He toyed with the lace, That hung from the curtains. In them he hid from monsters, Wrapping his boyish virtue in their silky embrace. His mind portrayed him, As a master of disguise. Safe behind his fabric walls, He laughed in the face of danger. That was, Until, The game of hide and seek came to an end. For his ankles were showing, Through the crystal clear lace. Poem by: Valentina Tsilimidos

I don’t have much too give you Certainly not love Maybe companionship at best Love died with the last guy Rest in peace Should I be angry about this? I’m not Things were different Life was different Eventful and full of colour He could make me smile as soon as my tears dried up It doesn’t matter what I had been crying up He could inject passion in one lonely moment Strong enough to be felt Sweet enough to savor I would worry about him more then I worried about…