Peter Stavropoulos (Best Love Poems)
Biography of Peter Stavropoulos (Best Love Poems)
“...... our imagination is stretched to the utmost, not as in fiction to imagine things which aren’t really there, but our imagination is stretched to the utmost just to comprehend those things which are there..... ” Richard P Feynman (Nobel Prize Winning Physicist)
My books of selected poems 'When I try to write I can't' and 'In Beauty There Is Myth' and my book of Love poems 'Love's Best Songs' (co-written with my wife S. D. Stavropoulos) are now available as Kindle e-books.
Two Sample Poems: - From my Kindle e-book 'In Beauty There Is Myth'
In Beauty There Is Myth:
In beauty there is myth
I am the brave hero
In Love there is legend
I am the blind storyteller
In truth there is fiction
I am the vagabond poet
In honour there is glory
I am the hopeless romantic
The Art of Writing:
The art of writing
To one you know
Of the Love you know
Is the art
Of making false
Everything that isn’t
Two Sample Poems: From my Kindle e-book 'When I Try To Write I can't'
To begin with
I know very little
With your presence.
I do not pretend
I do not have a claim
I know what I value.
I know that before me
Have lived many great individuals -
All dust now.
To join them
Is an honour.
In the beginning was the Word
And the Word was Good
And all Spoke the Word
And the Word was Love
And all Loved the Word.
In the beginning was the Word
And the Word became Days
And Days to Life
And Life to Poetry.
Two Sample Poems: From my Kindle e-book 'Love's Best Songs' (Co-Authored with my wife S.D. Stavropoulos.)
You moved the mountain
For me, I cannot believe
You crossed the ocean
To rescue me
I cannot believe
You brought me into your
I cannot believe
And I know how
Much you love me
By S.D. Stavropoulos
Within your eyes
Within your eyes
I can't speak
Of what I seek
No purpose seems
To fit dreams
Beneath the lid
Your eyes hid
By Peter Stavropoulos
My 'Best Love Poems' in this 'PoemHunter' collection are marked with a(.) in front of the title.
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God Bless all Poets. Merry Christmas to all.
From my website -
About Peter & S.D.
‘There is more magic in truth than in fiction’.
Peter Stavropoulos – I am a Greek-Australian Poet. The inspiration is Greek, the context Australian. I came to poetry when all else failed. It wasn’t an escape it was a means to finding meaning in life and it was a surrender. Through poetry my life has been greatly enriched. I have been writing poetry for over twenty years and I am happily married with two beautiful daughters.
When I write I let the words lead me. I try to learn from my poems and from what I feel. This, I believe, is ultimately spiritual. I hope you like my poems.
“At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet”-Plato
S.D. Stavropoulos – It is difficult to write about S.D.’s life because it isn’t fiction. Since meeting her I have become aware of aspects of my life that I didn’t know existed. She is a little lady with a big heart.
I have been witness to many events that can only be explained with reference to the Bible. The devil has tried to destroy her (and me) but here we both are.
All of S.D.’s poetry was written in a period of about two months when she was forcibly separated from me, her husband, and we were waiting on bereaucracy and red tape to reunite us permanently. For the first time in her life she had found love, then it was taken away from her for no one knew how long.
A quote that rings true for us is from Martin Lurther -
“Christ is an astounding king, who instead of defending his people, deserts them. Whom he would save, he must first make a despairing sinner. Whom he would make wise, he must first make into a fool. Whom he would make alive, he must first kill. Whom he would bring to honour, he must first bring into dishonour. He is a strange king who is nearest when he is far and farthest when he is near”.
God bless all poets,
Peter and S.D.
['Beginning my studies the first step pleas'd me so much,
I have hardly gone and hardly wish'd to go any further,
But stop and loiter all the time to sing it in ecstatic songs'. - Walt Whitman.]
['The Coming Of The Poem -
A poem has got to be born
It cannot come out when you want it to;
It must be born.
When you want to make a poem you cannot make it,
But when you do not want to make it, it comes'
By Gillian Hughes, aged 8.
From 'Those First Affections, an anthology of poems composed between the ages of two and eight.']
About my poem “I Thought about you”.
“I Thought about you” came to me when I was sitting alone in bed one night trying to write poetry. It came to fill the empty space next to me. My wife was in her home country awaiting the granting of a visa to return and live with me. (We had met while she was holidaying on a tourist visa.) Because of the intense drama and uncertainty involved in our separation I had been thinking about her constantly during the whole of this time. I was very lonely, very desperate and I had come to believe totally in the potential of words.
About my poem “The Witch Doctor’s Son”.
My local newspaper was running a Short Story Contest. They wanted short short stories of exactly 50 words (not including the title) . I decided to enter the contest and sat down to write my 50 word short short story. After about 45 minutes I had completed a short short story of which I wasn’t happy with but which satisfied the 50 word criteria. I was tired and walking out of the door of my room when I had the feeling I had to write something. I sat down and wrote “The Undertaker’s Widow”. It came out fast and in one draft and at exactly 50 words. That was much better than my first attempt, and I thought I was completely happy with it. As I was halfway out the door again another feeling that I had to write something came to me. No words, just the feeling. I sat down and wrote “The Witch Doctor’s Son”. It came out fast and in one draft, and, as with “The Undertaker’s Widow”, without any changes and at exactly 50 words. “The Undertaker’s Widow” is about my mother, and “The Witch Doctor’s Son” is about my father and myself. I was a young man and my father was very ill and near the end of his life when these prose poems were written.
“All my writing is a completion of the work my father started”.
About my poem “If I Say”.
“If I Say” is about the hard words “I Love you”. As Charles Bukowski wrote in his poem “Confession” – “….the hard words I ever feared to say….”. It’s about beginnings and endings and about poetry itself and what it means. I’ve always thought of a poem as a beginning, as Walt Whitman wrote in “Song of Myself” – “Beginning my studies the first step pleased me so much, ….. I have hardly gone and hardly wish’d to go any further, But stop and loiter all the time to sing it in ecstatic songs”. What I’ve always sort in poetry is truth. The style of writing, or the “beauty” of the poem itself, means nothing to me. Only the beauty to be found within the words.
If I Say
Doesn’t it change
The course we’ve taken
If I say
I Love you?
Doesn’t it mean
The end of what we had
If what we had
Was a beginning?
The poem is about moving from poetry to prose. From the beginning to what’s next. All done by the words “I Love you”, if those words are said. It’s about the potential of words and their impact on our lives.
About my poem “Wish Upon”.
“Wish Upon” is a rhyming poem and I felt, as I was writing it, somewhere between prose and poetry. The inspiration behind the poem is expressed in the last line, “Let our Love guide the star”. When my wife and I were yet to find security in our relationship, when the height of intensity in our Love for each other coincided with the greatest insecurity, I felt that what we were going through was not limited to us and our experience but was universal, and that elemental forces were at play. Furthermore, that the decisions we made, the faith we kept, influenced those forces. That they were watching us to see what we would do.
About my poem “Within Your Eyes”.
“Within your eyes” is about discovering that my wife is the most beautiful woman in the world. It was written in response to some unkind words written about her on a poetry website. It is a rhyming poem and took five days to write. With many stops and starts. I knew there was a truth there, but it wasn’t until about a year after I had written the poem that I realised that truth myself. The poem led me to what my mind had no hope of understanding on its own.
About my poem “I Have Not Forgotten You”.
This poem builds to an ending that emphasises what had preceded it and accelerates from there. “For in truth you are rare/Each thought I have spare”. Thoughts of my wife, and our time together, occupy each thought I have ”spare”. She is indeed rare to be everywhere.
[Whatever merit my poems may have is due solely to the spirit that is their source. That spirit is the Comforter, the Spirit of Truth. P.S.]
All material copyrighted by Peter Stavropoulos.
Peter Stavropoulos (Best Love Poems)'s Works:
'When I try to write I can't' - selected poems (August 2009) .
'Love's Best Songs' - selected poems of love (with S.D. Stavropoulos) (October 2009)
'In Beauty Their Is Myth' - selected poems (December 2012)
Peter Stavropoulos (Best Love Poems) Poems
...Love Was, Love Is, Love Will Be, Love...
Love was..... When 'if' lay between you and I And 'never' seemed forever
.i Think Of You And Miss You
How could fate have separated us? I think of you and miss you. I think of your warm and inviting smile
.friendship Of Lovers
What's a friendship? My Love. It's when you promise me your company And keep your promise. It's when we joke about each other
.i Thought About You
I Thought about you And lost my memory In time I could not remember
..You Are Life And Love And More
You are life and love and more. You are earth and fire and more.
..I Have Not Forgotten You
I have not forgotten you For you have given me Each blessed memory
..Within Your Eyes
Beauty lies Within your eyes I can't speak Of what I seek
.the Certainty Is You
Let us begin here With a sentence And the sentence is love.
I Didn'T Mean To Say Goodbye
The Education Of The Young Mind
The education of the young mind Took place Behind closed doors Because that mind -
.empty Without You
Emptiness means little without you Words alone cannot equal two You meant little to me before we met The world alone closed every sunset
The Story Of A Poem (Narrative Poem)
Prepared to ridicule himself, this fool Is guarded against the jibes Of those he thinks less inclined to self-criticism. How then is he to gauge his faults
Wish upon Another's heart Let her be happy Let her be strong
.no Rhythm No Rhyme
Pure Love knows no rhythm no rhyme It will always be the curve of your back How you look at me innocent and out of time Full of Love for what I lack
.i Thought About You
I Thought about you
And lost my memory
I could not remember
I have a memory
Of a happier time
By Peter Stavropoulos