Maria Magdalena Biela

Bronze Star - 2,742 Points [Maddalena]

Maria Magdalena Biela Poems

81. The Actor And The Savages 1/19/2015
82. On His Birthday 9/18/2015
83. Analfabetilor / You, Illiterates 9/21/2015
84. A Song 2/5/2018
85. Franciscae Meae Laudes 3/19/2015
86. The Wounded Healer 4/1/2015
87. A Losing Hand 11/23/2015
88. The Wedding Photo 2/20/2014
89. Written On The Wind 6/29/2014
90. A Child's Prayer 9/11/2017
91. Weep No More, My Willow Tree! 7/31/2014
92. 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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