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🌹✒️POETRYS – Petros Kyriakou Veloudas (Greece)✒️🌹


Petros Kyriakou Veloudas was born in Agrinio in 1977, where he still lives today. He graduated in Greek Culture from the School of Humanities of the Open University of Greece in Patras. He has worked as a radio producer in local radio stations, while publishing his poems or humorous stories in the newspapers of the city of Agrinio such as MACHITIS, ANANGELIA, PALMOS.

He is a kindergarten teacher and works as a private employee. Today he is a member of the International Society of Greek Writers (DEEL). His literary work is included in the Panhellenic poetic encyclopedia of CHARIS PATSIS. He is a member of the International Society of Greek Writers (DEEL), executive director of the poets’ union in Argentina, academic poet at the poetry academy in Brazil-AMCL, member of the WORLD UNION OF POETS, WRITERS UNION,WORLD UNION OF POETS , GREEK AMBASSADOR POET OF EQUALITY IN BANGLADESH . His poems are translated into many languages, he is also.lyricist. His songs are on youtube. Hobbies , reader and creator comics, amateure actor.

Pooling waters cause

conflicts at the level

of a non-negotiable

hyperbolic egocentrism.

Suggestions for exchanging expressions

under the cover of immature inks.

Virtual frequencies of waves,

an enchanted tide of thoughts

that penetrates mental wires,

artificial smell, melancholic

psychically charged sentiments

and perceptions…

Those who know how to recognize

the words are not ashamed to

look them in the face,, since

they themselves neither swim in shallow mental

waters, nor do they converse in maddening

undercurrents and tender ups and downs

in a ship of poetry anchored in lands of

spiritual silence.

Thoughts tyrannize the night,

their sleeplessness becomes a moon sponge

fighting with star swords and shields

the heavenly pillows of unruly clouds.

Ponding but internally peaceful

poetic waters, phrases and exclamations being

refreshments flow seductively

on the lips of

paper pages thirsty for eternal coolness, having scrawled words

and crossed adverbs in entire

headings of the modern paltry,

tasteless oozing wooden discourse of knowledge.

Then as if from a machine hope comes the

liberating, heartfelt kiss of poetry to

redeem hesitations, notions and entertainment

the pages are reborn bright without routines

and gray houses or a gray neighborhood

the inner psychic sun bathes with its lyrical

rays, giving true meaning

to a weary traveler

the exuberant…of “becoming”…down!


LIFE WITH IF… If and love your shame, you

will be able to

ride the horse you…gaze at!…


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