The Storm Of Her Eyes
drips a blue
tear
The shore of her
eyes
The healing
shade of her
summer hat
Blended
with a lying
coat of a
midwinter.
She pours her
sorrow into the glass
on a lame table
that tries to
defend its
weakness, screaming
a varnished
vertigo...
Of a tasteless
soul she
flirts inside
whose worries
are
engraved on her
breast,
she begins to
breathe
patience
somewhere in the inspiration...
She bends
ironically to the pen
of a desperate
word
Darkens in her
gaze
and the blue of
her eyes
is painted like
an old
apartment
building with gray color,
nerve...
Like a
pessimistic gray silk
jacket with his
two
eyes murdered
his buttons...
The tailor of
the jacket
got drunk one
night
lying on the
edge
of the beach of
her body
and he himself
was marble,
carved in
marble, drowned in stone
and almost ended
up in
the hospital
emergency room a... pillar of salt!...
If the tear in
the blue eyes
her didn't
translate into a ...storm!
I Am My Fault
I'm not just
wise
I have and
possess some knowledge
I'm not perfect
I have sins
and I fight them
my human
frailties…
I'm not ugly
either
not handsome,
apparently
I am a
presentable common mortal
I don't have a
miserable soul
nor do I rule
from the trend
captivity of
hating anything
anyone
I have a
flawless soul
and that I
represent, that I feel
I deposit it in
the fund of my emotions
I'm not rich
though
I have my arms
wide open
and a beating
heart
the knife, and
the same grows
with her hands
flowers of love
and compassion!-
Clothes Of Lonely
A sandy beach to
cry
letting roll a
golden-yellow
pebble
from the sun's
gaze
A hooked tear
that transforms
into a beautiful
mermaid
combs her hair
in
the mirror of
the sky...
That one lonely
starfish hastily
loneliness
clothes
and swims carefree
in the eyes of
the blue
sea...
Loneliness is
jealous that
loves the
mermaid platonically
the starfish
and one night he
calls the sun
and burns his
own clothes
of loneliness...
Loneliness doesn't mind
now wear moons
for a hat
And to make up
her lonely,
unique beauty,
the loneliness
that everyone
lusts for but never falls in love with!
PETROS KYRIAKOU VELOUDAS
PETROS KYRIAKOU VELOUDAS was born in Agrinio in 1977, where he still lives today. He graduated in Greek Culture at the Open University of Greece School of Humanities in Patras. He has worked as a radio producer in local radio stations, while publishing his humorous poems or stories in the newspapers of the city of Agrinio such as MACHITIS, ANANGELIA, PALMOS. He is a kindergarten teacher and works as a private employee. Today he is a member of the International Society of Greek Writers (DEEL). His literary work is included in the Panhellenic poetic encyclopedia of CHARIS PATSIS. He is a member of the International Society of Greek Writers (DEEL), executive director of the poets' guild of Argentina, academic poet of the Brazilian poetry academy-AMCL, member of the WORLD POETS UNION, WRITERS' UNION, WORLD POETS UNION, GREEK POET AMBASSADOR FOR EQUALITY IN BANGLADESH. His poems are translated into many languages, he is also a lyricist. His songs are on youtube. Hobbies, comic reader and creator, amateur actor.
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