In your eyes I saw the red flame that burns in the depths I follow it on your fragrant paths It embraces the day and from your red lips it blushes dawn and dusk Its light pours from your eyes like a rushing river Freedom to a thirsty People...
Ioannis Aristotelis Goumas
"Ioannis Aristotelis Goumas is a contemporary Greek poet and columnist, with a strong and diverse presence in the digital space. His poems have been published on a multitude of literary and informational websites, a fact that ranks him among the particularly productive creators of his time. His writing constitutes a form of contemporary lyrical discourse that seeks to meet the reader on a human, moral and existential level."
My Articles
"The first journey"
Two-room boat of your eyes, an artistic painter, In her well-traveled, slender body, The blue of the sea and that of the sky, Two white lines, All around her, a kiss From the foaming waves To the clouds of the sky, Over there, In the secrets of...
Mary
Hostess of Heaven The prayer of need To You The tearful eyes turn Mother of Earth Humbly kneel The medicine of pain With reverence ask A plank in the foaming waves For the Shipwrecked to extend his hand For the Sorrow to turn The unquenchable lamp of the Lady...
Cyprus
Cyprus The heartbeat Cyprus The garden of paradise Neither feet nor feet, my dear If our tongues separate Let us cut it off Let us become mute Let us speak with our eyes The tight embraces The sweet kiss If our faith separates Let us become unfaithful They are not gods who...
The 46th Republic Memorial and Reception at "Mati"
I'm burning, mom, and I'm hurting. I'm burning, mom, and I'm thirsty. Take courage, my sweet love. Your pain breaks my heart. Soon we'll ascend to heaven. We'll drink cool water. Why, mom, they left us in the fire. They don't have time, my sweet love. They're getting ready for democracy...
Famagusta
Thoughts become a wish To God a tear of prayer From the pain of prison The soul will be freed Thought has faster wings It has believed in freedom The footsteps do not tread on the earth They wear Hermes sandals The place will return Like a flower, life will bloom Fragrances will again...
Sea
I was swimming in the sea And the sea was swimming inside me It calmed my soul It perfumed my kiss It undulated my love It stormed my anger It drowned my sorrow It traveled my dream It hugged my body all around Gently, every millimeter As much as it could...
And your shadow is beautiful
The glow of your Shadow In the moonlight Melody of Love On a silent wall Black and white colors Multicolored paintings On the lips of the Poet A gentle breath A golden comb Fanned Your curly black sails Peloria spread wings On foamy paths of the Oceans Kavala...
The Incarnation of Venus
You emerged from the Gate of a lost world You stood on the pavement Your beauty A kiss in love A colorful breeze of coolness A mixture of May flowers Spread everywhere Your steps To the rhythm of a voluptuous body A hammer on the asphalt They played the hymn of arrival...
You
A voice in the darkness That becomes light A horse That gallops through the clouds Changing colors An Angel That descends The stairs of heaven With just one word on the lips I love you photo PublicDomainPictures, https://pixabay.com...
My beloved
My beloved It's time now That I choose the grains of sand I choose their shape, their color Their shine in the sunlight I put them in a row They are your eyes I gather the hottest ones on the beach I squeeze them tightly in my fist I feel their flame...
The Grain of Heaven
Bending over with the sickle, you reaped the wheat of the sky, you milked the rain from the cloud in your handful, with it you cooled your lips, kissed by the sun, on the millstones of prayer, handful by handful you ground the wheat, the flour thirsty, it greedily sucked the...
Extraterrestrials
Green will only exist in paintings The rubber of the chimneys The blue of the sky will fade And that of the sea There will be no tree The shadow will rest There will be no branch left for the bird The nightingale will no longer sing In the desert the flower will not...
Under the Roof
The door knocked The lights of the celebration were turned on The longing ran to see A hug of hers might come A childish hope of a moment Of sweet anticipation The bell didn't come for you The door didn't open for you You took a look No conversation I went up the stairs You turned to...
Prometheus Bound
Oh! You, the flower-bearing beauty of the land of the Atreides, your heavenly lustful gaze is the desire of the Cosmocrator Zeus and of my own purity. In your lemon-shaped breasts, the musk-scented jasmine of Spring, embraced, danced. Zeus' estrus danced with the pain of your denial. More...
Labor Day
There, in the middle of the square. In the embrace of the lifeless body, the Baby sucks the warm blood of labor, in the sweet-flowing wound of the chest, of the murdered Mother. The ruthless, fiery bullet of repression, has killed the blessed hands of life. Sacrifice, on the fragrant path of...
May Day
He mixed the scent of flowers With the mist of the workers' blood They became a May Day celebration In the theft of labor disobedience photo Satynek, https://pixabay.com...
Cyprus
John Aristotle Goumas Myrrh-bearing daughter of Europe Myrrh-blooming flower of the sea From your beautifully born womb, Venus, goddess of beauty, emerged Ancient philosophers, mother earth of Sciences, inexhaustible source of Christ's Apostles, first steps of Christian faith...
The Good Friday of the Mother of Tempi
Written by Ioannis Aristotle Goumas The bell's dirgeWoke the DawnRed redder than everDrops of the lost bloodits coolnessThe postman rang persistentlyHe said that Good Morning will not comeThe train did not arriveLove will not find its EmbraceThe...