Category Archives: Unpublished Poets

Headache


Head made up of weariness
and hollow steel,
do not resonate my small memories

Honoré Daumier:The headache
Honoré Daumier:The headache

in your cracked walls.
Head moored in double blankets
for a few rainy hours,
do not emerge from the half paved dream
the rhythmic drops of patience.
Head addressed in the guilt
of future misdeeds,
do not rant with unintentional grin
for the present successes.

Chris Nasios

Original Version of the poem “Headache” written by Chris Nasios in the Greek Language and can be found right underneath

Πονοκέφαλος

Κεφάλι καμωμένο από κούραση
και κούφιο ατσάλι,
μην αντηχείς τις μικρές μου μνήμες
στα ραγισμένα τοιχώματά σου.
Κεφάλι αραγμένο στις διπλές κουβέρτες
εδώ και λίγες βροχερές ώρες,
μην αναδύεσαι από το μισοστρωμένο όνειρο
στις ρυθμικές σταγόνες της υπομονής.
Κεφάλι απευθυνόμενο στις ενοχές
μελλοντικών παραπτωμάτων,
μην κομπάζεις με ακούσιο μορφασμό
για τις παροντικές επιτυχίες.

(XIXXI) Parallel Universe


Night which do not flows
Clock’s indicators cut
Frozen smiles
Tears stopped on frozen looks

A Parallel Universe by Cellarvee
A Parallel Universe by Cellarvee

Laughs wordless
Solitude
Black blood, like this night
Time that does not float
Persons who never existed
Motionless bodies
Standing in the street
Waiting
Yelling, but not heard
Looking at you, but you do not see them
Ruins
Sound off
Cries implied
Images from dreams
In eyes, forgotten
Alexandra Zevgiti

Alexandra Zevgiti is studying History and Archaeology in the University of Ioannina. She likes poetry, art & literature and she loves writing short stories and poems. As a member of Literatology she writes articles and short stories as well as some poems.
Alexandra Zevgiti is studying History and Archaeology in the University of Ioannina. She likes poetry, art & literature and she loves writing short stories and poems. As a member of Literatology she writes articles and short stories as well as some poems.

Tannery


The secrets of friends
Showed their dirty breath
at the old tannery
their smell stuck on the sticksαρχείο λήψης
nailed on the roof
so as not to fall and hurt the heart
the secrets of friends!
Saturday night
devastated area
they came by taxi
in the neighborhood
with a lame dog
looking in the garbage
there was not anyone around
to gather strays
secrets of friends
and I am sitting sceptical
on a soft pillow with a compalsion
supposedly I have nothing to say for my life no more!

Sofia Piperou

Original Version of the poem “Tannery” wriiten by Sofia Piperou
from a collection of poems named “Tannery”
Βυρσοδεψείο

Τα μυστικά των φίλων
βγάλανε τη βρόμικη ανάσα τους
στο παλιό βυρσοδεψείο,
κόλλησε η μυρωδιά τους στα παλούκια
τα καρφωμένα στην οροφή,
μη πέσουν και πληγώσουν στη καρδιά
τα μυστικά των φίλων!
Σάββατο βράδυ
ερειπωμένος χώρος
ξεπρόβαλλαν με ένα ταξί
σε παλιογειτονιά
με ένα κουτσό σκυλί
να ψάχνει στα σκουπίδια
ψυχή δεν υπήρχε τριγύρω
για να μαζέψει τα αδέσποτα
τα μυστικά των φίλων ,
και εγώ καθόμουν σκεπτική
σε μαξιλάρι μαλακό με μια συμπόνια
τάχα δεν έχω τίποτα να πω για τη ζωή μου!

Sofia Piperou The pepper Sophia was born on 24-07 of 1991 and lived till her eighteen years in Nafplio .Since then lives and works in Athens She is a graduate of Primary Education department! SHe has participated in many poetry contests and short story contests as well! Her works have been published in many electronic and printed literary magazines such as 'Sodeia',  'Bacchic' etc. Sheis managing the blog 'poetry and literature' since 2013 and has published her own poetry collection entitled "juvenilia night words."
Sofia Piperou The pepper Sophia was born on 24-07 of 1991 and lived till her eighteen years in Nafplio .Since then lives and works in Athens She is a graduate of Primary Education department! SHe has participated in many poetry contests and short story contests as well! Her works have been published in many electronic and printed literary magazines such as ‘Sodeia’, ‘Bacchic’ etc. Sheis managing the blog ‘poetry and literature’ since 2013 and has published her own poetry collection entitled “juvenilia night words.”

The Fate of the Poet


Remorse dressed in black
in the lush field of my dreams
slender women eternal painted with lipstick
with necklaces, gifts in the chest of time
handing newborn feelings.
And this woman with the purple scarf at the waist

Franz Marc
Franz Marc

different kind from the others seems to me
embroidered on the edge of the scarf, an E
that I interpret as the hope
but it is known that people die
and slender women age
eternal painted with wrinkles.
The youth always mourn the old age
the pale life, cries for death.
Forgotten should you leave but better young!

Sofia Piperou
Original Version of the poem “The Fate of the Poet” written by Sofia Piperou
from a collection of poems named “Tannery”
Η ΜΟΙΡΑ ΤΟΥ ΠΟΙΗΤΗ

Μαυροφόρες τύψεις
στον καταπράσινο του ονείρου μου αγρό
λιγνές γυναίκες αιώνια βαμμένες με κραγιόν
με κολιέδες χαρίσματα στο στήθος του χρόνου
μοιράζουν τα νεογέννητα αισθήματα.
Κι αυτή η γυναίκα με το βυσσινί κασκόλ στη μέση
αλλιώτικη από τις άλλες φαίνεται
κεντημένο στην άκρη του μαντηλιού ένα Ε
που εγώ το ερμηνεύω ελπίδα
μα είναι γνωστό πως οι άνθρωποι πεθαίνουν
και οι λιγνές γυναίκες γερνούν
αιώνια βαμμένες με ρυτίδες.
Τα νιάτα πενθούν πάντα το γήρας
και η ζωή τον θάνατο ωχρή πως κλαίει.
Λησμονημένος θα φύγεις καλύτερα νέος!

Sofia Piperou The pepper Sophia was born on 24-07 of 1991 and lived till her eighteen years in Nafplio .Since then lives and works in Athens She is a graduate of Primary Education department! SHe has participated in many poetry contests and short story contests as well! Her works have been published in many electronic and printed literary magazines such as 'Sodeia',  'Bacchic' etc. Sheis managing the blog 'poetry and literature' since 2013 and has published her own poetry collection entitled "juvenilia night words."
Sofia Piperou The pepper Sophia was born on 24-07 of 1991 and lived till her eighteen years in Nafplio .Since then lives and works in Athens She is a graduate of Primary Education department! SHe has participated in many poetry contests and short story contests as well! Her works have been published in many electronic and printed literary magazines such as ‘Sodeia’, ‘Bacchic’ etc. Sheis managing the blog ‘poetry and literature’ since 2013 and has published her own poetry collection entitled “juvenilia night words.”

Show


See thus my youth
On the road came out
and now how they are gathered lazily
in a cloth they were set up!
Here
A five-hour showencaustic_art
with no break
a homeless dream
that cranked is falling
falling in a carton
and frozen is breaking
My youth on the ground
On the road they died
and they are picked from there
From those who spells were doing!

Sofia Piperou

Original Version of the poem “Show” Written by Sofia Piperou
“Show” is from a collection of poems named “Tannery”

Προβολή

Δείτε λοιπόν τα νιάτα μου
στην αγυιά πως βγήκαν
και τώρα πως μαζεύονται τεμπέλικα
σ’ ένα πανί στηθήκαν!
Ακολουθεί
πεντάωρη προβολή
με διάλλειμα κανένα
ενός αστέγου ονείρατου
που λυγισμένο πέφτει
πέφτει σ’ ένα χαρτόκουτο
και παγωμένο σπάει
Τα νιάτα μου κατάχαμα
στην αγυιά πεθάναν
και τα μαζεύουν από κει
αυτοί που μάγια κάναν!

Sofia Piperou The pepper Sophia was born on 24-07 of 1991 and lived till her eighteen years in Nafplio .Since then lives and works in Athens She is a graduate of Primary Education department! SHe has participated in many poetry contests and short story contests as well! Her works have been published in many electronic and printed literary magazines such as 'Sodeia',  'Bacchic' etc. Sheis managing the blog 'poetry and literature' since 2013 and has published her own poetry collection entitled "juvenilia night words."
Sofia Piperou The pepper Sophia was born on 24-07 of 1991 and lived till her eighteen years in Nafplio .Since then lives and works in Athens She is a graduate of Primary Education department! SHe has participated in many poetry contests and short story contests as well! Her works have been published in many electronic and printed literary magazines such as ‘Sodeia’, ‘Bacchic’ etc. Sheis managing the blog ‘poetry and literature’ since 2013 and has published her own poetry collection entitled “juvenilia night words.”

Life is Like a Dream


Life is like a dream
And we are caving inside of it

Life is like the magical water
That we drink it eternally to survive

But my love, what is life without you?

EYESTRANE
EYESTRANE

Without you, life is like a voyage in the eternal ocean
Water everywhere
And you are thirsty
You need it
It will save your life
Water
But you cannot drink it
And you are slowly dying

And if life is just like a dream?

If it is a dream
Hold it tight by his hands
Not to leave him ever alone

And because it is a dream
And eventually it ends
Just look him in his eyes
And then he will understand how deeply your love for him is

Alexandra Zevgiti

Alexandra Zevgiti is studying History and Archaeology in the University of Ioannina. She likes poetry, art & literature and she loves writing short stories and poems. As a member of Literatology she writes articles and short stories as well as some poems.
Alexandra Zevgiti is studying History and Archaeology in the University of Ioannina. She likes poetry, art & literature and she loves writing short stories and poems. As a member of Literatology she writes articles and short stories as well as some poems.

There is Nothing Left for Us


A cold season,without life
A vacant look, darkened
A cheap love, fallacy of eros
A hug without wings

Fake Love Painting Acrylic Prints - Post Modern Intimacy I Acrylic Print by Alison Schmidt Carson
Fake Love Painting Acrylic Prints – Post Modern Intimacy I Acrylic Print by Alison Schmidt Carson

Everything is nothing
Or maybe nothing is left for us
Everything is fake
Like the eyes I dreamed of

A speechless time, without voice

A love of a thousand crumbs
A hug without a price
Everything was just a dream
There is nothing left for us

Alexandra Zevgiti

Alexandra Zevgiti is studying History and Archaeology in the University of Ioannina. She likes poetry, art & literature and she loves writing short stories and poems. As a member of Literatology she writes articles and short stories as well as some poems.
Alexandra Zevgiti is studying History and Archaeology in the University of Ioannina. She likes poetry, art & literature and she loves writing short stories and poems. As a member of Literatology she writes articles and short stories as well as some poems.

The End Of Us


To deny any thoughts of her…
turning back time
laughing with the funny moments
moments…
wondering where did all of these go6a00d8341cce2253ef0147e22c797d970b-500wi
joys with sorrows
the loves and the quarrels
Efforts…
But yes, the efforts!
For something impossible
the elusive
the impossible
Difficult thing romance my little one
wants sacrifices
wants fights
wants you to be here for me and me there for you
you to be with me and me to be with you
But yes my little one
I know, I kicked you out of my world
A world that you can not
you cannot stand…
Because my kind of love tightened you
ringer was my love
and you got lost a beautiful afternoon
because of the end I gave myself
Dust our love my little one
Dust ….

Michael Moustogiannis

Original poem “The End of Us” Written by Michael Moustogiannis in Greek Language

Το τέλος μας

Να αρνείσαι κάθε σκέψη της…
να γυρίζεις πίσω το χρόνο
να γελάς με τις αστείες στιγμές
στιγμές…
που πήγαν άραγε όλες αυτές
οι χαρές με τις λύπες
οι έρωτες και οι τσακωμοί
οι προσπάθειες…
Μα ναι, προσπάθειες!
Για κάτι το αδύνατο
το άπιαστο
το ακατόρθωτο
Δύσκολο πράγμα ο έρωτας μικρή μου
θέλει θυσίες
θέλει αγώνες
θέλει να είσαι εσύ εδώ κι εγώ εκεί
εσύ σε μένα κι εγώ σε σένα
Μα ναι μικρή μου
Το ξέρω, σε έδιωξα από τον κόσμο μου
Έναν κόσμο που δε μπορείς
δεν αντέχεις…
Γιατί η πολλή αγάπη σε έσφιγγε
κλοιός η αγάπη μου
και χάθηκες ένα όμορφο απόγευμα
εξαιτίας του τέλους που έδωσα εγώ
Σκόνη η αγάπη μας μικρή μου
Σκόνη….

Εν Ιωαννίνοις
16/11/2014
Μιχαήλ Μουστόγιαννης

Michael Moustogiannis is a student at the Faculty of Philosophy of the University of Ioannina. Born and raised in the heart of the Peloponnese, and in particular Tripoli Arcadias. From a very young age he was depressed in writing and reading poetry and literature.He is one of the first members of the Literatology team and he is contributing either his own poems and stories or even many articles that he loves to write.
Michael Moustogiannis is a student at the Faculty of Philosophy of the University of Ioannina. Born and raised in the heart of the Peloponnese, and in particular Tripoli Arcadias. From a very young age he was depressed in writing and reading poetry and literature.He is one of the first members of the Literatology team and he is contributing either his own poems and stories or even many articles that he loves to write.

The Drowning


I Love you
And when I look inside your eyes
I fly to Heavens…

I cannot forget your figure
I conjure it up in the clouds
And I await for youdrowning-love-haley-anderson

I love you
I shout it out loud in the whole world
and in the sea

There, on a rock so high
I looked you buried in the sand
And I become the sea

Alexandra Zevgiti

Alexandra Zevgiti is studying History and Archaeology in the University of Ioannina. She likes poetry, art & literature and she loves writing short stories and poems. As a member of Literatology she writes articles and short stories as well as some poems.
Alexandra Zevgiti is studying History and Archaeology in the University of Ioannina. She likes poetry, art & literature and she loves writing short stories and poems. As a member of Literatology she writes articles and short stories as well as some poems.

Have you Ever Felt the Fire?


Have you ever felt the fire?
Isn’t it a rolling tear?
Deep inside you it burns your soul
it runs and engraves your heart
It is the fire, can you feel it?
I can feel you when I close my eyesdancing-fire-abstract-painting-7
You became fire and burned me
You left and let me here burning in your memories
A white fire, just like the light which covers your soul
Your tear, fire that burned me
Can you feel it that I am burned far from you?
Your breath…
Will you wait for me my love?
I let myself burn in your calling
Can you feel me?
I am burning
Can you feel this emotion?
It is fire, and fire burns everything
This seperation is fire
I am coming
Can you feel me?
I am burning
Have you ever felt the fire?
I am the fire…
Can you feel me?
Can you see that you burned me when you left?
What am I supposed to do now?
I will become ashes
and I will be scattered inside the sea
I am coming
Can you feel me?
You became fire and burned me

Alexandra Zevgiti

Alexandra Zevgiti is studying History and Archaeology in the University of Ioannina. She likes poetry, art & literature and she loves writing short stories and poems. As a member of Literatology she writes articles and short stories as well as some poems.
Alexandra Zevgiti is studying History and Archaeology in the University of Ioannina. She likes poetry, art & literature and she loves writing short stories and poems. As a member of Literatology she writes articles and short stories as well as some poems.