Marieta Maglas Poems

We've been in the burning frost o' the highest peak
to unlock the open secrets, and to leave the sweet
sorrow. In my upward fall, I told the pure evilness,
'I want nothin' more and ne'er again.' I hung the word
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In the blue sky height, the red, strange sun's waves of light
Rend here and there the painful horizon making it mobile.
Touching the Southern Bight, they seem to reach the night,
Making the sea more empowered and more unable.
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I'm in the white city. A dense fog disintegrates
all my hopes. Non-existent worlds are something
that people dream of. Disoriented, they walk on
the terminal's sidewalk. The lights are switching
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When love is sweet, sweetness may mean the light.
This light may keep the truth when love is pure.
‘Tis quite so bitter, when it turns to fight.
Lovers in war are rather immature.
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External power,
Internal powerlessness
Both at the same time.
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(A post-Haiku poetic form, consisting of three lines of 10,7, and 6 syllables. This form of poetry was invented in Israel.)


So vicious and illusive seems to be
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A red bird has flown soaring in the great height of the
purple sky. The thrilling scream was like a shrill cry on
the soundtrack. The bird has disappeared into the sky,
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The autumn's dream may keep its dying grace
With flecks of bleeding leaves, all dressed in yellow.
The cold wind's scorch may wither the green space,
When the sweet fruits a bit more need to mellow.
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In the wildness, the white tiger is so rarely found.
Having a white colored fur with black deep stripes,
It is a solitary genre wanting no one around.
With its retractable claws, this tiger the prey gripes.
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