ENGLISH POETRY

 ST.VALENTINE POEM COMPETITION 2026

A Doomed Love    

by Eleftheria Kolovou ,  1st PRIZE WINNER

                                                                    

I've fallen in love with a being devine, 

so pure hearted and caring.

I gaze at her every night

and yet, why does she still ignore me?

I've written and sung to her songs and poems

all from the bottom of my heart.

And yet, she still ignores me?

Why? Why would you ignore my heart?

One day, when I was wrapped up

in those dark thoughts,

I saw her...she came!

She came for me!

She descended, through the darkness

glowing a bright white light. 

She crept up to me, not making a single sound. 

She touched my face and whispered a familiar lallaby,

it was the lallaby I sang to her every night!

"I love you" she whispered in my ear,

"please don't stop visiting me."

She said and disappeared back in the endless space.

Never did I see her again

But that small touch gave me enough courage

to shine bright and give life.

The moment she touched me, warmth flooded through me

and because of the warmth,

our children were born. 

Hermes, Aphrodite, Earth, Mars, Saturn, Jupiter, Uranus and Neptune

are the proof of our toch, our love.

And even tough

we might never meet again.

And even tough

we might never touch or see eachother again, 

I want you to remember this my dear:

As long as I can see your light,

even if you can't see mine,

know that I will always be there,

waiting for the moment we'll be able to meet again,

even if it means the end of the world.

Love on the Paper

by Panagiota Chatzigeorgiadou, 2nd Prize Winner

Once I wore a ribbon red, 

a bow of velvet wine,

and promised you the beating thing

I used to call 'all mine'.

I gave it with a fevered heart, 

a girl's excited pride, 

a secre world for only us,

where two lost souls would hide.

The snow began to soften

all the jagged edges of

the night, and for a moment,

in your arms, the broken world felt right

you didn't look at lace or silk,

or crowns or hollow gold,

you read the stories in my eyes

 that I had never told

But the morning light is a cruel judge,

it tuned the velvet grey,

and I woke up to find the best of you

was swept and washed away.

I opened every velvet volume,

every high and epic tale, to find

the boy who undersme...

behind the printed veil.

I sought your face in chapters deep

in ink and paper scars, looking for

that cinematic love that burned among the stars.

But heroes stay between the lines

they do not breath or bone,

and I am left to walk this hollow world

so barren and alone.

The fever's gone, the fire is out,

the dream is out of reach,

I'll survive this drab reality and

the lessons it must teach.

The ribbon faded on the floor,

the ending is a lie

For great loves live in leather books,

behind a printed veil, 

and I am here, 

outside the fairytale 

Far Away Thy Tought

by Tselepi Evangelia, 3rd Prize Winner

Dark indigo filled the sky

as the time ran into the night.

Maybe I should not be standing

in the hollow shadow of the moon's light.

The chance to rest found the atmosphere from the sun's bright light

hitting every vein of the leaves like a bullet made of fire.

Colour in the skies of unknown

Trinkets dancing, swirling, sinching in agony of my heart.

You're not here, like a few winters back

Her hair swept by the wind

As her eyes were driven up to the skies.

Skiew filled with stars like shiny dust in the snow

But the feel of her hand

Out of reach, to stay sure,

The hold unable I feel to reach

in this winter's night cold breeze. 

Maybe this picture will not exist ever again, never.

A deep melancholy waved at me.

If I love from far away for both of us won't be mistaken

Maybe it should have always been this way.

Maybe it should not have even started

But what am I even thinking.

Love is never to be regretted.

Far away thy tought, which a tiny voice like a firefly appears in the back of the human mind.

Even though...Maybe it was never tiny, neither distant.

Nor scary.

Words tyrned to ashes

Forced to become old.