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Kiki Stamatiou Poem
Dreams from retold of
Ancient paths the holy
Walked.
Resist all illusion.
I dance blindly in
Your storm, carried away
By Your phantasm.
Episodes of reincarnation
Entangled Your roots with mine,
Binding me still
To Your resilience.
Soulful melodies enrapture
My heart.
A song bleeding through
Every fibre
Of my possessed being.
Copyright © Kiki Stamatiou | Year Posted 2026
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Kiki Stamatiou Poem
Drink your bitter tears
From a goblet of fire.
Transcend your longing
For resilient pearls
Exploding along your
Jaded Path.
Let wonder feed rhythm
Stirring your turbulence.
For if ever there were a
More encumbered stream,
Savor tomorrow.
I tremble from your
Thunderous voice.
Concave dreams hold me
No more.
For I'm restless. I can't pass through
An eye of a needle, but I hope to
Climb His stairway to heaven.
When fire rises from earthen
Vessels, my longing channels
Inner strength to feed my woes.
Bestowed upon my heart are
Remnants left by howling wolves.
They fester their cries to a moaning
Moon.
Dream away chantilly lace when
Cognizant seeds of sorrow envelope
Your tired soul.
I'm humbled by your untimely arrival.
For to renounce all frailties invites
Stoicism.
Shiver in mystic waters,
And walk towards enlightenment.
However lost your spirit becomes,
Always go with the Way.
There is no sunlight upon my face
When jagged knives cut through
Me.
For encumberment entails salty tears
Burning along sated flesh.
Where is my sunrise to welcome
Poignancy?
How can I belling you when
All has a price, but no value
To bend.
Copyright © Kiki Stamatiou | Year Posted 2026
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Kiki Stamatiou Poem
Seeds get planted according to season.
Timing is everything.
My eyes are puffy from crying over
Another misgiving.
Despair is like a disease
I can't escape.
I follow my calling, but I wonder if
Running on the treadmill
Is how time bleeds.
The treadmill moves under my feet.
It moves too fast.
I try to keep pace,
But my breath breaks first.
I collapse in tears,
Still moving nowhere.
Around and around
In this never-ending cycle.
Living each day filled with dread,
Chasing after something never attained.
My soul burns up,
Leading me into darkness.
No way out of this tunnel.
No light to see where I'm headed.
I know my past self.
She interferes with my present.
I tell myself to block her out,
But I can't run away from myself.
Copyright © Kiki Stamatiou | Year Posted 2026
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