Cataclysm 7 - Κατακλυσμός 7

Rating: 5.0

Behold! As day becomes night

Behold! As joy becomes fright

Our smiles have turned into tears

our hopes have now turned into fears

The serpent crawls all around the world

every single banner is now furled

Listen! Even the fallen angels are weeping

sorrowful bells sound the time of reaping

Κοίτα! Νύχτα καθώς γίνεται η μέρα

Κοίτα! Τη χαρά σκεπάζει η φοβέρα

Τα χαμόγελά μας δάκρυα τα πνίξαν

τις ελπίδες μας οι φόβοι τις τυλίξαν

Το φίδι τον κόσμο έχει κυκλωμένο

το κάθε λάβαρο μένει διπλωμένο

Άκου! Και οι εκπεσόντες άγγελοι θρηνούν

πένθιμες καμπάνες το θέρισμα ηχούν

Wednesday, November 24, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: vision,apocalypse
Dr. M. Asim Nehal 25 November 2021

A sorry state of affairs nicely put forth in your wonderful thought provoking poem..5****

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David Wood 24 November 2021

We all live on. finite world, it's bound to happen ut I hope not in my lifetime.

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Maria Mitea 24 November 2021

Beautiful work, Kostas!

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Dr Dillip K Swain 24 November 2021

In straight terms, you have no poetic blood, no conscience. You are a coward and just a skimmer

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LeeAnn Azzopardi 24 November 2021

A sad prediction of what is coming written well

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 29 November 2021

Deeply poignant and powerful lines that evoke fear. Amazing poetic expressions! ! ! !

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Aarzoo Mehek 26 November 2021

Quite scary, let's hope for the best. Nice poem

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Dr Dillip K Swain 25 November 2021

But this is a wonderful poem! Hope, you can understand why did I write something else in my previous comment. If i read your poem with love why don't you read my poems?

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Geeta Radhakrishna Menon 25 November 2021

The cataclysm of a life full of suffering and pain, can never be worded better. Thanks Kostas.

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Geeta Radhakrishna Menon 25 November 2021

A very sad poem which spells the woes of life with the poetic rhythm of tears and fears, weeping and reaping, night and fright.

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