Marieta Maglas

Gold Star - 6,408 Points (19-05-1964 / Radauti, Judet Suceava, Romania)

Marieta Maglas Poems

121. The Last Day 8/24/2011
122. Of Blue And White Cords-Anagram Poem 8/30/2011
123. A Gaoler Instead Of A Gaol Bird-Anagram Poem 8/31/2011
124. Canephor With A Basket 9/2/2011
125. Hurricane Irene 9/5/2011
126. Much More Than You 9/30/2011
127. We Made Love 10/1/2011
128. The Learning Curve 10/4/2011
129. A Star In Aether 10/5/2011
130. Your Love (Senryu) 10/5/2011
131. The Eyes Of Winter 10/14/2011
132. Bitter Sweet 10/17/2011
133. Beyond The Time 10/18/2011
134. I Would Kiss You 10/21/2011
135. A Philosophical Note On Life After Death 10/22/2011
136. My Copper Colored Love 10/27/2011
137. Play Divinely My Tarnished Piano 10/27/2011
138. Frederick And Geraldine (Story Poem) 11/2/2011
139. The Bleeding Sound 11/4/2011
140. You'Re Not My Lover (Senryu) 11/11/2011
141. Love Equilibrium 11/16/2011
142. The War 11/19/2011
143. Evil Earths (Horror Poetry) 11/22/2011
144. The Wall 11/24/2011
145. Solfeggio (Part 1) 12/13/2011
146. The Rainbow Of Sounds 1/9/2012
147. An Impossible Math 1/17/2012
148. Snow-White (Part 1) 4/10/2012
149. Snow-White (Part 2) 4/10/2012
150. Snow-White (Part 3) 4/10/2012
151. Snow-White (Part 4) 4/10/2012
152. Snow-White (Part 5) 4/10/2012
153. Snow-White (Part 6) 4/10/2012
154. The Meaning Of Our Love (Villanelle) 6/25/2012
155. A New Time Was Born 7/2/2012
156. An Impossible Math (Ii) 12/7/2012
157. The Legend Of Santa Claus 12/27/2012
158. The Victim 1/4/2013
159. The Water 1/14/2013
160. Odd Sensation 1/14/2013

Comments about Marieta Maglas

  • Marieta Maglas (10/5/2009 2:22:00 PM)

    * From Romania with Love*


    Wallachia, Moldavia or Transylvania
    Of which you were born
    Or you flow from Mt. Moldoveanu
    To evolve in the Mures or Siret
    Your adolescence soaked with
    The sands of God that kisses
    The miracle of the Black Sea
    Marieta Maglas, as famous
    As Timisoara, giving a new lease of life
    You blend life, honey coated with caviar of love
    You flourish many with a new fate
    From Bessarabia to Bucharest
    They walk with a glittering smile
    A Philosopher, a Dentist and a Poetess
    A complete package that could even
    Melt Communism, without having
    To drip innocent blood
    I read your vivid words
    Like Danube, it flows back to the Black Sea
    The heart of Romanian
    The place where you’d drown
    All of your poems
    Only to be read
    As a history
    When you’ve become a Legend
    Marieta Maglas, save for the last
    You’re in your own class
    I beget your wisdom
    To heal my conundrum




    * Dedicated to Romanian Poetess, Marieta Maglas.

    Sulaiman Mohd Yusof

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  • Marieta Maglas (10/5/2009 2:20:00 PM)

    Hour Of A Pearl

    Bluebells droop sleepily,
    Tired in a pine scented wood.
    Lemons drip casually
    in the groves as best they could.
    Oranges with leaves
    dancing in the breeze.
    They jig to the tune of the bee
    lapping up the early morning sun.
    Limes threaten to ripen,
    Withered old branches from the olive,
    twists, turns and entwines.
    Almonds spring from everywhere.
    Grapes are glistening, sugary
    packed tight into the vine.
    Mellowing, yellowing,
    yearning to be famous wine.
    Sun bakes the land, and the bread
    is as well, but that has a promise
    of a sugary top. A chicken is fed
    from last nights leftovers.

    The interval between day and night
    the hour of a pearl
    This is when time stands still
    examines itself, and will
    turn itself to dark. Moon clicks on
    Smells are stacked away
    Stalls are smacked clean.
    The end of the day, stars light the way.
    Hour of the pearl is seen.

    Especially for Marieta

    Cheryl Love

  • Marieta Maglas (10/5/2009 2:10:00 PM)

    Pronunciation 1

    Va conduc la aeroport
    Ne vedem vineri
    Nu este nimic rau in asta
    Depinde de imprejurari

    Amid the men of Okinawa I saw you
    Your soft voice soaring across the Universe
    With innocent children touching grace
    To a violin's loud soothing melody

    Vintul bate dinspre nord-vest
    In cit timp ajung acolo?
    As vrea sa vad ce tablouri au
    Este din canza parazitilor atmosferici

    (dedicated to a poet friend at poemhunter, Marieta Maglas)

    Ahmad Shiddiqi

  • Marieta Maglas (10/5/2009 2:02:00 PM)

    From: Kaylteigh Tee (South East, London United Kingdom; Female; 14)
    To: Marieta Maglas
    Date Time: 10/4/2009 8: 39: 00 AM (GMT -6: 00)


    Subject: Re: hello


    hi!
    i checkd ur poem and i luv the choice of your words and it's so nice! !

  • Rocco Aiello (9/29/2009 10:15:00 PM)

    This is some really exceptional poetry Marieta
    Yikes.....I am blown away

  • Marieta Maglas (9/29/2009 9:02:00 AM)

    From: Divabhi 3103 (. India; Male; 20)
    To: Marieta Maglas
    Date Time: 9/28/2009 11: 42: 00 AM (GMT -6: 00)


    Subject: Re: Re: hi


    I commented and rated your poems. excellent poems.

  • Marieta Maglas (9/28/2009 11:13:00 AM)

    From: Nishit Kalavadia (India ;)
    To: Marieta Maglas
    Date Time: 9/27/2009 12: 02: 00 AM (GMT -6: 00)


    Subject: DEAR................................................................................................................................


    TREMENDOUS EFFORTS TO WRITE POEMS YOUR POEMS ARE THE BEST ONE

  • Marieta Maglas (9/26/2009 4:33:00 PM)

    From: Ramin Chaman (Tehran Iran (Islamic Republic of): Male; 37)
    To: Marieta Maglas
    Date Time: 9/26/2009 3: 44: 00 PM (GMT -6: 00)


    Subject: Re: hello


    Hi mari

    You know that a image is a picture in words.
    I think your poems are the poetic image and full of limpid words.


    Ramin

  • James Walter Orr (9/25/2009 7:27:00 AM)

    I believe you to be a great poet on the scales of the world.
    James

  • Simon Jones (8/18/2009 1:51:00 PM)

    what a wonderful poem i loved it thanks for reading my first poem on here cheers sj

Best Poem of Marieta Maglas

Latina Time

This game is the way in which slaughter becomes an end in itself.

Acta est fabula plaudite
The play has been performed; applaud!

Surely, less obvious ways exist
The Darkness seeks to manipulate us into its service.


Actus non facit reum nisi mens sit rea.
The act is not guilty unless the mind is also guilty.


Once all of them have won a very special princess prize,
the game is over....
and they will never buy another one.....

Alis grave nil.
Nothing is heavy to those who have wings

And maybe we cannot understand what's going...

Read the full of Latina Time

The Syncope

You can find the absolute
If you deny the relative,
But you can never abandon the absolute,
Without the denial of yourself.
You can live with
The relatively truth.
You can search yourself
Inside,
In order to find

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