Biography of Ivy Christou
I can write to the third person and mention what I have achieved so far but I won't. At the end of the day all I want is for at least one person to remember what I wrote and not who I am. I write for a hobby but it doesn't mean I do not appreciate it enough. Poetry will always be a place to escape, you don't know me and I don't know you but we all appreciate each other's poetry and that somehow brings us closer than if we randomly met someday..
Ivy Christou Poems
Thank You And I Love You
My dear friend, I haven’t told you this, I always guess that people know, But you are a part of my existence,
Hide Behind A Smile
My friend, Let me hide behind a smile, Even if you know the truth. Yes,
A Letter From The Soul To The Mind
A day later and I’m still here, I’m sorry that I didn’t disappear as you wanted me to, I’m sorry that I’ll be the reason
Butterflies Are Fragile
All I need right now is to be left alone, Forgotten by the rest of the world, Forgiven by my soul, which I have disappointed once again.
Daisies Don’t Lie
A peaceful rainbow painted with our colourful memories, butterflies around us dancing tango with the wind
Against The War
The insanity of each battle, And people attack each other And people die..
My Guardian Angel
I was there when you were born, everyone said that you looked like an angel. For me you were an angel. The nurse put you in my arms
Final Goodbyes Are Said With No Regrets
I think this is the point were goodbyes Sound appropriate and are said with no regrets. It is a sign of wisdom if you know When to move forward and leave some things behind,
I don’t see a falling star but I’ll make a wish, My guardian angel is out there and he‘ll listen to me. Take me away from this world of lies And let me live in a place where love never dies.
I always thought that sunflowers were too common to be loved, Until you gave me one. And then like a sunflower,
Picasso's clouds sprinkled in the sky and below them ducks that laugh as they search for the hidden sun.
Today a Caterpillar was dancing on my plant’s leaf, Green with white strips, Its panoply shining in the sun, I guess you would not call it pretty.
Dear Broken Heart
Dear broken heart I’ll go through your questions One by one, For these things as you know,
The clock has just struck one. Have you seen Cinderella tonight? Was she ever real?
It is funny and ironic
And remarkably stupid
How I’m trying to convince everyone else
When I can not even convince myself
That you are nothing special.
For now you are just being overestimated,
Like all the fake jewellery
That seem expensive from a distance.
Well I’m close enough to see that