Dimitris P. Kraniotis is an award-winning Greek poet. He was born in 1966 in Stomio – Larissa in central Greece. He studied Medicine at the Aristotle University of Thessaloniki. He lives in Larissa (Greece) and works as a Medical Doctor (Internal Medicine specialist physician).
He is the author of 7 poetry books: “Traces” (in Greek, Greece 1985), “Clay Faces” (in Greek, Greece 1992), “Fictitious Line” (in Greek, English and French, Greece 2005, “Dunes” (in French and Romanian, Romania 2007), “Endogram” (in Greek, editions Malliaris Paideia, Greece 2010), “Edda” (in French and Romanian, Romania 2010) and “Illusions”(in Albanian, Romania 2010). Also he is the Editor-in-chief of the international anthology in english “World Poetry 2011” (205 poets from 65 countries).
He was invited and he has participated in several International Poetry Festivals. He has won many international awards for his poetry which has been translated in 25 languages (English, French, Spanish, Portuguese, Russian, Italian, German, Polish, Dutch, Serbian, Albanian, Romanian, Arabic, Chinese, Bulgarian, Turkish, Czech, Japanese, Bengali or Bangla, Persian or Farsi, Gujarati, etc) and published in many countries around the World. Also he is one of the 76 co-authors from 26 countries of the Global Harmony Association’s book “The ABC of Harmony” (candidate for the Nobel Peace Prize 2013).
He is Academician of the Academy Tiberina of Rome (Italy), Academician of the International Academy of Micenei (Italy), Doctor of Literature (Litt.D.) by World Academy of Arts and Culture, elected President of 22nd World Congress of Poets (Larissa, 2011) and “Laureate Man of Letters” by United Poets Laureate International, Founding President of World Poets Society (W.P.S), Vice-President of United Poets Laureate International (UPLI), International Director of the World Union of Poets (WUP), Director for Greece of Writers Capital International Foundation (WCIF), chief representative in Greece of World Nation Writers’ Union (Kazakhstan), Ambassador to Greece of “Poetas del Mundo” (Chile), Universal Peace Ambassador by the Universal Ambassador Peace Circle & the Universal Peace Embassy, Professor of the Department of Nursing in the University of Applied Sciences of Larissa (TEI), Vice-President of Thessaly Association of Letters and Arts, former Vice-President of Larissa Union of Poets and Writers, former Vice-President of the Larissa Medical, former Editorial Director of the Greek medical magazine “Hippocrates” and former member of the Editorial Board of the Greek literary magazines “Graphi”.
He is member of several literary greek organizations (National Society of Greek Literary Writers, Hellenic Literary Society, Panhellenic Union of Literary Writers, International Society of Greek Writers, Greek PEN, Hellenic Society of Writing Physicians) and international organizations (WPM, UPLI, WPS, Poetas del Mundo, WCIF, WUP, IWA, WAAC, UMEM, WNWU, GHA, SELAE, etc).
His official website: http://www.dimitriskraniotis.com/

Poems by Dimitris P. Kraniotis:


Noiseless wrinkles
on our forehead
the frontiers of history,
shed oblique glances
at Homer’s verses.
full of guilt
wounded whispers
that became echoes
in lighted caves
of the fools and the innocent.

Fictitious line

of cigarettes
and mugs
full of coffee,
to the fictitious line
where the eddy
of words
leans against
and nods,
to my silence.

The end

The savour of fruits
still remains
in my mouth,
but the bitterness of words
demolishes the clouds
and wrings the snow
counting the pebbles.
But you never told me
why you deceived me,
why with pain
and injustice did you desire
to say that the end
always in tears
is cast to flames.

To the dead poet of obscurity

(In honor of the dead unpublished poet)

Well done!
You have won!
You should not feel sorry.
Your unpublished poems
-always remember-
have not been buried,
haven’t bent
under the strength of time.
Like gold
inside the soil
they remain,
they never melt.
They may be late
but they will be given
to their people
to offer their sweet,
eternal essence.


The fireplace
was eager
to put a fullstop,
in the sentence
where the road
of my dreams
upon the word of happiness
with sparkles
of wet logs
I collected
from the inside of me
that I dared
to turn to ashes.


Snow-covered mountains,
ancient monuments,
a north wind that nods to us,
a thought that flows,
images imbued
with hymns of history,
words on signs
with ideals of geometry.


A roar of cars
seals the dawn
with short-cut answers,
with unyielding denials