Downtown Moscow

Poem By Niko Tiliopoulos

Strolling down the alleys of mind,
not the boulevards or the highways,
with the modern arts and the sunny days.
No, these streets are not so kind.

There is dirt and pain here,
where fools and princesses in disguise
are dancing along with their cries,
and the endless rain and fear.

The lies here are grey
forever like an ancient curse
they dare me to do my worse,
in a night that is to stay.

Comments about Downtown Moscow

There is no comment submitted by members.

Rating Card

4,2 out of 5
3 total ratings

Other poems of TILIOPOULOS

Don’t Go To Bali

Don’t go to Bali my friend.

Even if the whales whistle you the way,
even if the dolphins dance for you to stay,

Ceci N’ Est Pas Une Poème

This is the last week
I see my reflection on your morning eyes.
The last time
I draw hope from the vibrations of your voice.

My Love


My love is like the morning mist
that meanders in the sea.

Allow Me My Vices

Allow me my vices.
I’m no saint and I ain’t no angel
and many of my friends live in hell,
so I might as well pay them a visit.

Just Thoughts

And thus I don’t know
if I should write to you or cry.
Cause when my sorrow drains,
my final tear is shed,

Real Love (Variations On A Theme By Neil Young)

Have I told you about my cries?
True love never dies.
If you ever felt it, there is no disguise.
Have I told you about my sighs?