Maria Magdalena Biela

Bronze Star - 2,851 Points [Maddalena]

Maria Magdalena Biela Poems

81. Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep / Sa Nu Plangi La Mormantul Meu 9/25/2015
82. Primavara / Spring 4/17/2015
83. One Perfect Rose / Un Trandafir Perfect 5/27/2017
84. The Actor And The Savages 1/19/2015
85. On His Birthday 9/18/2015
86. Analfabetilor / You, Illiterates 9/21/2015
87. A Song 2/5/2018
88. Limerick 1/17/2018
89. Franciscae Meae Laudes 3/19/2015
90. The Wounded Healer 4/1/2015
91. A Losing Hand 11/23/2015
92. The Wedding Photo 2/20/2014
93. A Child's Prayer 9/11/2017
94. Weep No More, My Willow Tree! 7/31/2014
95. Written On The Wind 6/29/2014
96. The Empty Room 11/28/2014

Comments about Maria Magdalena Biela

  • Louis Cordoba (2/21/2014 5:09:00 AM)

    To write poetry these days it is not easy task, considering that everybody or almost everybody thinks: been there, read that. It is refreshing every once in awhile to read poems that brings emotions to the surface inside one's heart. Maybe because Maddalena wasn't born in English language her poems are closer to everyone's heart than the poems conceived by a native writer. She brings to life and poetry those words that a native of English would not, or maybe would but in other forms, structures. This is her charm, the beauty of her poems: the simplicity yet the great significance of her words. A magic wand indeed she hides deep inside her English language: she ain't kidding!

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  • Mika Peltola (2/21/2014 1:45:00 AM)

    It is a daring and challenging thing to try conceiving poetry in a language that is not one's mother tongue. This process alone requires a vast knowledge of the language, a deep and innermost feeling of its cultural and linguistic roots. To write poetry is an Art that relates the Creator to its Creation.

Best Poem of Maria Magdalena Biela

The Empty Room

I stood silently watching the room

it was my last time there.

My eyes in sadness mirrored the gloom

that was too hard to bear.

With heavy heart I swallowed my tears

while I was held and kissed.

I knew that after all those years

I'll miss and I'll be missed.

An empty room was quizzing me:

'How much do you remember? '

I saw myself through memory

until this last November.

How many children did I raise?

How many minds I've lightened?

I was a teacher all my days

and I was never...

Read the full of The Empty Room

I Kid You Not

My eyes tell always: 'I shan't! '
when people want the hunters' hunt,
yet, in their hunt I have been caught,
I kid you not.

At times I'm Arthur and Merlin,
my thoughts as swords come out and in,
Aye, with my crabbit thoughts I fought,
I kid you not.

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