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Θέλω


α
Την ζωή που κανείς
πριν από μένα δεν διάβηκε.
β
Την σιωπή που μιλάει
και στάζει μόνο για μένα,
σε αφώτιστα ακόμα αστέρια.
γ
Το σπασμένο κομμάτι γυαλί
που περιμένει τη γυμνή μου πατούσα,
να το θραύσει,
να το συνθλίψει,
να το κάνει κομμάτια.
δ
Την ίσκα που μου τρώει τα σωθικά,
και το φιλί μου για ένα φυτίλι,
που ανάβει και σβήνει σαν τις ελπίδες.
ε
Εσύ και εγώ,
σαν μια θνητότητα που αναβάλλεται,
σα.... να... μην ήμασταν ποτέ εδώ,
και όμως ήμασταν,
σαν εκείνες τις στιγμές που γλιστρούν
σαν αμμόλοφοι στη θύμηση.

ζ
Σαν ένα φυτό που αναρριχάται
σε συστροφή αιώνια,
σπρώχνοντας τον χρόνο και τον τόπο
εκτός από την αρχή και το τέλος.
η
Το Νάμα που με λούζει
νερό σε κάθε δείλι και χάραμα,
μια αίσθηση αόριστη και παρούσα,
σαν όνειρο που περνά δίπλα σου.
θ
Κορμί δικό μου λένε πως είναι,
μα η σκιά του ποτέ δεν συμφωνεί.
Δεν είναι το σώμα που με καθορίζει,
είναι το κενό που γεμίζει.
ι
Τρυγώ την κάθε φλαμουριά που βρίσκω,
και γύρω από το σπίτι σπέρνω φλόμους,
για να σκεπάσουν τις αλήθειες
που ξεφεύγουν σαν φωτιά.







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   Μη με παρεξηγείτε





ανήκω σε ένα άλλο είδος,
μια άλλη γενιά.
Πείτε πως δεν υπάρχω,
πείτε πως ήδη έχω φύγει.
Μαζί μου παίρνω
όλους τους μύθους,
τα παραμύθια της Χαλιμάς.
Και αόρατη από πριν,
χάνονται τα ίχνη,
όπως κρύβεται το φίδι
βαθιά μες στην άμμο.
Μόνο να...
η δική μου κρυψώνα
είναι υγρή και σκοτεινή,
ροζ... ροζ... ροζ... ροζ,
γλιστερό ροζ...
υγρό ροζ...
το ροζ μονοπάτι,
εκεί που όλα αρχίζουν
και όλα τελειώνουν.
"Μα δεν θα με θάψετε κιόλας"
εκεί που θα είναι κενό,

θα φυτρώνουν πικραλίδες και  νούφαρα
σε  στεριά και ....λίμνες
βουνά ..... πεδιάδες  
ακροποταμιές .......χαράδρες
έτσι  θα πορευτούμε   -και πάλι μαζί.




















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Μήπως και βρέξει




Εικόνα πρώτη:

Έχουμε πεθαμένους,
ζωντανούς νεκρούς, για ποικιλία.

Εικόνα δεύτερη:

Όσοι ονειρεύονται ακόμη λευτεριά,
θυμούνται στιγμές ζωής,
μα δεν θρηνούν φανερά,
ντρέπονται που δεν τα κατάφεραν.

Εικόνα τρίτη:

Στο πέλαγος, εκεί που πλέναν τα πόδια τους κάποτε,
πλέουν φωτογραφίες προγόνων,
όμως δεν θρηνούν και πάλι.

Εικόνα τέταρτη:

Εκεί έξω, κάποιοι κλέβουν ό,τι άφησαν οι τελευταίοι,
και οι διαθήκες πετσοκομμένα κορμιά... κι αυτές.
Εικόνα πέμπτη:

Η γη  δεν συμμετέχει.

Επίλογος:

Θυμήθηκα πως κάθε φορά που έβρεχε,
έκανα μια ευχή, ευχή χωρίς όνομα
όχι συγκεκριμένη —
απλά έβγαινε ένα «αχ».
Και αμέσως η μνήμη απολάμβανε στιγμές,
ενώ εγώ, παρατηρητής,
ανήμπορος ακολουθούσα.





Μαρία Πανούτσου
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Ποιήματα σε εξέλιξη 2025
Do not assume that anyone who is always by your side is truly your friend. Time is the harshest teacher, revealing the real faces of people. At first, they are with you; in joyful moments, in your successes, in laughter… But life is like a cycle; storms, losses, and tests arrive. It is then that you see who truly stands by you. Over time, friends disappear some quietly drift away, while others follow only their own interests.

And you, often without realizing it, find yourself alone. But loneliness is not something to fear; on the contrary, it gives you the chance to understand your own worth, who you really are, and which relationships are genuine. Sometimes the deepest bonds are tested; some friends only share moments, while others support you in hard times. True friendship is not measured only by presence; it is measured by thinking of you in your absence, by standing for you, by understanding you.

So be careful do not be deceived by every laugh or every “my friend” calling. People change, life changes. But do not lose your loyalty to yourself, your own values. Over time, those who remain in your life are the ones who truly care, and in that moment, you will realize the value of those who are really there. Loneliness will show you how instructive life can be.

Accept the harsh side of life, because true friendship is never easily earned; it emerges over time, through trials, and sometimes through the cracks in your heart. Understanding that not everyone by your side is a friend is the truest path to growing, maturing, and staying loyal to yourself.
Utku Can Güzel
Blue 2d
Sweet Melody of My Dream: My Last Broken Lullabies.

When the red night stares into an oblivion's end,
I cried to the red sky, but the sky will never hears,
I can only dream of my happy ending,
Wishing upon the return of the spring and you–my only hope,
For another farewell that blinds me once more.
No need for your rotten flowers, dear
You are everything to me.
✧☆: .。.
There are always times, when—
I wish my life away to the red sky, take it.
The space of my mind is hollow like my heart.
The loneliness consumes the light of my day.
If everything is falling apart,
Would you like to be here for a moment?
another version : would you be willing to be here for me?
✧☆: .。.
If you do,
Please embrace me.
✧☆: .。.
I'm floating through my madness,
The broken mirror broke and shattered me,
When I take every pieces of the broken mirror,
I can only find my colorful sins, shame and tears on my face,
On today onwards, I don't think I can't walk anymore.
there was a heavy weight I always carry, maybe blue?
✧☆: .。.
A little and sweet promises give me another reason to be alive.
justs like how a lie can be both sweet and malicious,
the truth can be both cruel and kind to anyone,
Why not we just welcome and join the red sky, dear?
✧☆: .。.
I do realize,
The fire can't burn everything away,
The water washes away my tainted thoughts,
The wind whispers the sound of life to me.
I always grow impatient when I see you.
✧☆: .。.
Please
Don't seek an embrace in the warmth of the red sky, dear,
It will never listen to your lies, cries, and our lonely sorrow's melody.
Oh my foolish darling,
Hide and cover your shame with the love I gave you,
There is always another hope— these flames of hope will never die.
✧☆: .。.
As if the —
Spring will return,
When everything is falling apart.
The wind of autumn howls within my mind.
Winter spoke too soon,
As if it were the last day of my happiness.
And summer binds every tragic memory and sorrow.
✧☆: .。.
...
On this moment,
Time feels like a memory of someone's,
The people that lies– ended up crying and scream,
The people who just watched and did nothing–regret it
When the madness drips from the red sky,
My dear, please listen to your heart,
We can't wash away this sinful world.
✧☆: .。.
When spring blooms once more,
The wind of autumn whispers its final goodbye.
Winter leaves behind its warm embrace.
And summer...
Marks the end of everything.
✧☆: .。.
Every life that longing for return,
Every demise
Every tears–but I know, no tears need to dry anymore,
are everything was meant for this end?
.... My head feel hurt just by watching this madness
my dear oh hear my finals wishes,
Would you like to take my blues and pain away?
another version : Would you like to take my blues and red away?
✧☆: .。.
If really everything was meant to be like this,
Goodbye, my brightest star.
please shine upon me, my world
Perhaps, there is another world for us to be completely free without our scars and pain of this sinful world,
And leave behind the cage of sorrow of this broken world.
Close your eyes– my dear,
and wipe the brine on your broken face.
May we meet again in another world,
The one without the pain we carry, tonight.
AMAN12 2d
Applause is weather
brief and changeable.
My work is climate: steady,
unmoved by gusts of praise or
chills of disapproval.
I know what cheers and
confounds the climate.
I write for seasons not storms.
AMAN12 2d
Tears of joy and tears of pain
placed on a scale
that never tips
just rusts from waiting.
For the one shed with eyes closed.
AMAN12 2d
One-legged vigil,
sky-***** and still
she surveys the river of tears,
watches oblivion.
Peeving the soul mate
who fled for bluer waters
feathered with heron.
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