Petros Kyriakou Veloudas – Agrinio, Aitoloakarnania, Greece.

Petros Kyriakou Veloudas

 BIOGRAPHY:

Petros Kyriakou Veloudas was born in 1977 in Agrinio, Aitoloakarnania, Greece. He studied humanities at the Hellenic Culture department of the Hellenic Open University of Patras, and is also a preschool teacher. His poems have been translated into many languages, are in pan-Hellenic and international anthologies and in the great encyclopedia of contemporary Greek poets HARI PATSI. For his poems, he has won 75 international poetry awards. Finally, he is the European ambassador of Greek poetry in Romania, Academic poet at the world poetry academy in Brazil AMCL, member of the INTERNATIONAL SOCIETY OF GREEK LITERATURE ARTISTS.

 THE VOICE OF THE SOUL

The voice

of the soul reason

unsaid

of  tired patience…

The voice of the soul

who chases the shadow

of emotions

silently rests

in emotions the tree…

The voice of the soul

articulates words

that they can draw

the living sun

of hope and love!

 LIFE WITH AN

If you can stand it in your life

and conquer the darkness of your fears

You will be able to ride spiritually

the white winged horse of …poetic inspiration!

PEACE IN OUR HEARTS

Peace love messages

friendship feelings

Kindness is peace,

solidarity, hope, cooperation

without vices and passions…

Peace blowing

brotherhood

and happy heaven

forever grateful!

DISTANCE

Distance from the eyes of the sun

 Body naked, wears only the inspiration of a clothed word and dances drunk

 in the time-consuming ones

hallucinations of the dream…

Distance loneliness

Distance, loneliness

from their window

letters of pain

Distant letters

Letters thrown away

 on silent journeys

of your hidden quests

on the shipwrecked ships of the past…

Distance

joy forgotten

in the cupboards

of vigilant luck

Far away from the border

of the search for self…

Escape to distance

breath from today

With the same distance

he drowns in his tears…the ghost of ..hate

  WRITTEN WITH THE PEN OF THE SOUL

He lives by walking

on a taut rope

compromise repressed

Take good care

and it doesn’t slip

not even in the shadows

of his fears..

At the bottom of the tunnel

gives him a steal

kiss

on the cheek the Sorry

and…disappears!.

Towards his exit

tunnel

there she welcomes him

blue-eyed Kindness,

Blonde Hair,

gives him one

heart shaped flower…

He was lucky

a pure heart

to warm the clouds

of his…soul!

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