Inspirational Poetry (2)

Blackbird (Adaptation)

by Maria Dafnomili                                                                  March 03, 2021

Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Take these broken wings and learn to fly

All your life

You were only waiting for this moment to arise

 

Take a risk or lose a chance,

you won't learn to fly all at once.

Even if you fall, don't be discouraged,

learning to live and to fly takes courage.

 

Blackbird fly, fly away

from worlds that hopefully

won't exist someday.

 

Follow your own unique path,

overcome the obstacles, the branches,

that are keeping you away from doing that.

 

Blackbird singing

in the death of night

Take these broken wings

and learn to fly

All your life

You had been taught how not to act

It’s now time to change that.

Stop waiting for the moment to arise,

the world is undiscovered,

Open your eyes!

Inspirational Poetry (1)

Voices of Protest

by Maria Karagianni                                                                        February 26, 2021

You say that I am in need of hand of help

insisting that I am not seeking the best

but it seems like you, the one holding your horses at our againsts,

never act, pretending you are someone else.

 

You feel without your heart

but can you see without your eyes?

Do u still think your hearing?

Don't u listen? There’s still banging left and right. 

 

If ur still the one in charge,

we all apply for your cut out,

not a single thing is right,

so please respect our constant trying

 

Copying, copying and copying, 

not improving, should I be impressed? Are we approving, your words full of rubbish?

U better should be joking, cause that's so serious for how

people be dying and how ur carelessly proud.

 

You keep insisting everything is under control,

but you keep looking for which buttons to press on your remote. 

Do I seem like a toy to be put up on your wall

effortlessly hanging from the cracks holding the box?

 

If you are still the one in charge,

we all apply for your cut out,

not a single thing is right, 

so please respect our trying.

 

Cause, we are not to be taken for granted.

Tic tac toe I bet u know, 

but all I can say is, u ain't playing chess no more.

@2021, Maria Karagianni, All Rights Reserved

 

A refugee's "dreamland"

                                                        

My journey to freedom

by Stella Polichroni                                               October 23, 2020

 I was forced to leave my home country, Syria, in 2014 when I was eleven years old due to the war. My parents were unable to leave at the time, so I left with some relatives. I saw everything through my little innocent eyes back then. The situation was a hell for me and many others, more than you can imagine.

At first, we managed to travel to Europe making it to the Greek island of Paros, where we met other refugees. We were given accommodation by the locals. They provided us with food, water and other essentials. We thought that we were extremely lucky to find a place to be hosted after all. Little did we know. After a few weeks the authorities made us leave claiming they could not help us anymore as 

they could not afford it. Then we started a long journey trying to find our way to our new home country. To be honest I was not thinking about where I would end up. What I was thinking about was my parents. I had been suffering inside all this time as I did not know how they were, where they were and most importantly if they were even alive. It was clear that I could not handle the situation on my own. I did have support from my relatives, but for me this was not enough. I was going into pieces slowly. I needed my parents so much. We lived in Australia, Turkey and the United States before we settled in. We had problems with our papers, so none of these countries could really provide us with a permanent shelter. We ended up in Greece again.

In the beginning, we thought that the conditions would not be good after our last experience here. Well, we were wrong. We were hosted in Lesbos and after a few days a group of other refugees came. I was shocked. I could not believe my eyes. I saw my parents getting out of a dinghy. My eyes got wet, my whole face got covered in tears of joy and relief.

We still live in Lesbos, an island with many opportunities for asylum seekers like us. We have a normal life, which we could have never imagined after everything we have gone through. They treat us in the same way as everybody else. It has been a hard journey, but it has made us stronger and grateful for having a place to call home, a place where we feel safe.

 @2020, Stella Polichroni, All Rights Reserved

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