'When my voice cannot describe with words my feelings
Then I open the door inside me
and the fantasy drives my thoughts
to make my feelings words.
Where the words use the philoshophy
to make you see the world
with the eyes of my soul
and my poems speak to your heart.'
(Constantinos Grigoriadis is a Greek writer - poet.
Born in Thessaloniki-Greece.
A number of his poems have been translated in many languages and have been included in Anthologies, Post Cards, Web Sites for Poetry etc...}
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Constantinos Grigoriadis Poems
I asked myself who iam. I was looking for identity. I felt the silent of my soul. No answer.
Give it your name
There is a place in my heart A lonely place, that nobody knows exists... A unique place.
Love without tomorrow
I made love to you like there was no tomorrow. I transferred my life to you. I had put fire to my soul. I was burning inside my dream.
I had close my suitcase and i looked at this. There, was a part of my life. I let a tear. I knew the past was over,
It is not the hours, not the days and the years and all that which I want to live again. It is just the moments...
We singing just for you
Look at the stars they see you. Feel the stars they touch you. Hear the stars they singing. How much they love you!
The Cry of My Soul
I started to hear. I heard words, words, words Sweet words Bitter words
I fought the loneliness with my fantasy, I traveled into a dream world A world non-existent for the others...
From God i got my life. From nature I got the loneliness From my family the principles From my past my mistakes...
Lost Inside My Today
Small joys adorned my life. Flowers against the wind gave life to the loneliness of my soul. I wait for my tomorow to come
No compassion for killers
I killed my feelings... For you. I killed my dreams... For you.
Loneliness knocked on my door tonight once again but when she came inside and saw you she was jealous and left us alone. Our night is here.
There are some dreams that you don't see during the night You can just imagine. There are some words that you don't hear You feel these if you look somebody in the eyes.
A Love frozen in Time
An old picture I hold in my hand. It’s me and you and our love…frozen in time. A silent witness, after many years, of a great love that no longer exists.
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I asked myself who iam.
I was looking for identity.
I felt the silent of my soul.
I looked at the stars one by one.
They asked for identity too.