Biography of Sofia Kioroglou
Sofia Kioroglou is a writer, translator, lexicographer and painter born and bred in Athens, Greece. She is an avid reader and iconographer of saints and believes in human kindness and sacrifice. She would be a cave recluse in Raitho or Sinai had she not met her husband Peter in Jerusalem at the Holy Light Ceremony in 2012. As for her poetry, she was one of the winners in the 4th Ceasar Dapontes Poetry Competition and her poems have appeared in many international literary journals and magazines such as Silverbirchpress, Halkyon Days Magazine, Verse-Virtual, Dumas de Demain, Ashvamegh, Poet’s Corner, Writink Page, Bonsaistories as well as in many anthologies like the Poetry against Terror Anthology, the Spiritual Horizons Anthology and the Universal Values Anthology. Her poetry will soon be featured in the Poetry Against Inequality Anthology.She is also a historical novelist and writes flash fiction for fun.
Sofia Kioroglou Poems
I Fell In Love With A Frog
I fell in love with a frog, who was sitting alone on the banks of the Nile, mooning over the premature decease of his beautiful wife.
The Looking-Glass Self
Your stabs hit me exactly where you hope they would with such ferocity that gouges out all vanity and conceit. A knife thrust through the illusions of my bloated ego, An ugly distortion of an inner image through a plastic glass
The Leaves Have Turned Yellow
The leaves have turned yellow the skies scowl at me
I am walking ahead and ahead and still in the same place. I am treading water walking through a morass.
The Dreams Of Our Youth
On the verge of tears I try to put my thoughts in order.
Don't Lie To Me
More blessed are the fallen mourners than those who have not fallen, For they have fathomed the error of their ways and have repented of their sins
As wide asunder from pole to pole My Eastern and your Western in jarring disjuncture I am breaking laying to rest the yawning divide.
Be Careful With The Gun You Pull
Forgive yourself and each other Spew hate and watch it slap you in the face Be careful with the gun you pull the finger on the trigger may be your own-
Not Against Flesh And Blood
Eternal struggle not against flesh and blood,
The Great Leveller
No shock, no engulfment... Just the natural corollary to physical birth. Death is standing on your porch screaming out and beckoning you to come downstairs.
Jerusalem The city of Gold Jerusalem Where Jesus walked
Love Will Conquer All
Love me and I will love you back. Crash me and I will adore you You grind me down like no other But I do not waver.
Like Cream In Your Latte
Your chocolate eyes sparkle effervescent and fragile they melt like cream in your latte as they flutter like a butterfly before
Δεν Θα 'Ρθεις
Ραντεβού στην Πλάκα
κάτω από την Ακρόπολη,
σε περιμένω σε ένα στρογγυλό τραπεζάκι,
στις τέσσερις και δέκα
στο γνωστό μέρος.
Φορώ το ίδιο δερμάτινο σακκάκι
που φορούσα στην Fontana di Trevi,