CREATIVE WRITING IN ENGLISH

This is a collection of poetry work written by students who have participated in the extracurricular activity "CREATIVE WRITING IN ENGLISH'

 TIME

When she was eating aimlessly

Time began its sorrowful journey

And yet, hither, in that tiny space

She still managed to end it early.

 

By John Vlachoudis

 

 

A Future Adult’s Life

 

Dismay fills the air in a room full of excitement

Where a student’s hammer meets a summer lamb.

On a Greek island, a huntsman walks alone.

A horn sounds across the world with every accomplished goal,

As we eat mellowing dreams and smile.

 

By Marina Tzelepi

 

 

Sleepy

 

In a damp sleep I enter

To the achieved morn I wanted so.

The hovering energy will allow

The end of clasping enjoyment all around.

 

By Chara Apostolidou

 

 

No title

Experience sleeps in the basement of time

Never hovering over tired months.

Emotions hunt memories in silence

As life stands in immortality,

And kindness weeps, yet remains.

 

By Olia Angelinoudi

 

 

Slow

 

Humans stuck in a box,

Could their minds grow any dimmer?

Could their hopes get any thinner?

 

They walk around, head hung low,

They don’t look for the sun’s glow

They all line up in a row

Not wasting time for the unknown.

 

They don’t pay attention to the sand between their toes

Don’t yearn for their improvement

Only care about their movement

Without actually walking any further

 

If only we could help them,

But how can we,

If we’re in the same box as them?

By Valentini Sismanidou

The Book

 

As I hold my sprouting pencil

My notebook becomes immortal,

So I decide to go to huntsman school

And I leave the book in the tireless furnace

But there, in the bower, built by horses,

The vet’s touch approaches heaven.

 

By Melina Kalousi

 

Time

 

Life can be very cruel,

From the moment school delight ends

And changing will never seize again,

Anxious morns become a daily routine

And there is no time left for joy.

 

By Marina Ntano

 

No title

 

Love thy fading dream

Skylark weep in mellowing light

Enjoy thee

As hopes droop into night

And the springy day tramples.

 

By Nefeli Ikonomou

 

LIFE GOALS

 

Mellowing summers come gently and slow,

Together with the so much aspired holidays to places we want to go.

Friends’ joyful blasts fill the days with fun and cheer,

Though University exams approach with moments heavy with fear

Like a huntsman looking for what is right

In the funfair we call life.

By Ioanna Tsakmakidou

GAME

 

A game between the strong and the weak

The strong always win

By piercing the flesh of the innocent lambs with their spear

Clasped in their hands

But what do the weak do?

 

Then one kind and tender soul

with aspiration unmatched by the strong

together with the weak, forms teams,

Worthy of envy by everyone,

With a flaming spirit

Ready to pounce on the enemy.

All to protect the ones they love.

The weak are the true winners of the game.

 

By Angeliki Kolovou

 

 

WINNER

 

What does it mean to be a winner?

Is it the dread

We feel holding our symmetric spears in our hands?

Or perhaps the love

We feel for our friendships and family?

Or is it the betrayal

We feel when our brothers push us in the line of fire?

Perhaps it’s the tenderness of a beautiful partner?

Perhaps…perhaps it’s the walks we take

When we are feeling insecure or dismayed.

Is it?

What does it really mean to be a winner?

Does a true winner really exist?

 

By Eleftheria Kolovou

 

 

 

WALKING THE DARK ROAD

 

Exams feel dreary

hometown becomes a dismay

Goals turn damp amd heavy.

I walk alone, feeling a nip of fear

But it’s after despondently

So low, so real.

 

By Stellina Theodoridou