The Fifth day invited itself, The tree still awaited for its friend. Then it saw girl who came to cut it. But little did she know the axe was made of ...Read more
Πέτρος Βαλσάμης (Petros_Vals)

High school teacher for the past sixteen years and now at last... an unemployed poet 😊
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A little girl used to sit beside a tree As if they had been friends ever since. But there came the day, When she didn't make her usual visit.. She p...Read more
I died yesterday but who noticed? Neither I myself knew that. I wasn't buried in the ground But in the place that says," I am okay" When the soul cri...Read more
Who do you call a poet? The one who writes in rhymes? The one who is obsessed with writing? The one who forgets everything and focuses on a topic? No ...Read more
Love is what I got. I always thought Everybody might leave me alone one day. It became true that They won't ever do that Being there for me, That's wh...Read more
They share their poetry like fools Judgement - contempt - scorn That's all they'll ever get from those ghouls They hate themselves So why wouldn't th...Read more
Deep inside her She was still there The artist - the sister - the lover Daily stress - builds and builds Until you feel like you're you no longer She ...Read more
Caught in the moment That blissful warm Spring afternoon The daisy - crying out to be plucked Torn from the earth For a fleeting moment - held its bea...Read more
Growing up is learning that love is hard. Hard to understand. Hard to find. Harder to live with. But you still need it. At least once in a while. And ...Read more
I see purple in small things lavender on a stranger’s dress, the twilight smeared across the horizon, the ink bleeding through a page. Each time, it’s...Read more