Marieta Maglas

Gold Star - 8,867 Points (19-05-1964 / Radauti, Judet Suceava, Romania)

Marieta Maglas Poems

121. Salome 7/26/2011
122. The Primordial One 8/2/2011
123. Precious Lord 8/6/2011
124. Mirror 8/17/2011
125. Perpetuum Mobile 8/18/2011
126. The Last Day 8/24/2011
127. Of Blue And White Cords-Anagram Poem 8/30/2011
128. A Gaoler Instead Of A Gaol Bird-Anagram Poem 8/31/2011
129. Canephor With A Basket 9/2/2011
130. The Simple Beauty 9/3/2011
131. Hurricane Irene 9/5/2011
132. Much More Than You 9/30/2011
133. We Made Love 10/1/2011
134. The Learning Curve 10/4/2011
135. A Star In Aether 10/5/2011
136. Your Love (Senryu) 10/5/2011
137. The Eyes Of Winter 10/14/2011
138. Bitter Sweet 10/17/2011
139. Beyond The Time 10/18/2011
140. I Would Kiss You 10/21/2011
141. A Philosophical Note On Life After Death 10/22/2011
142. My Copper Colored Love 10/27/2011
143. Play Divinely My Tarnished Piano 10/27/2011
144. Frederick And Geraldine (Story Poem) 11/2/2011
145. The Bleeding Sound 11/4/2011
146. Screaming Mannequins 11/9/2011
147. You'Re Not My Lover (Senryu) 11/11/2011
148. Love Equilibrium 11/16/2011
149. The War 11/19/2011
150. Evil Earths (Horror Poetry) 11/22/2011
151. The Wall 11/24/2011
152. Solfeggio (Part 1) 12/13/2011
153. The Rainbow Of Sounds 1/9/2012
154. An Impossible Math 1/17/2012
155. Snow-White (Part 1) 4/10/2012
156. Snow-White (Part 2) 4/10/2012
157. Snow-White (Part 3) 4/10/2012
158. Snow-White (Part 4) 4/10/2012
159. Snow-White (Part 5) 4/10/2012
160. Snow-White (Part 6) 4/10/2012

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

    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................................................................................................................................


  • 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.


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

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

  • 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 Raven Of Edgar Poe

We need only time

To undergo metamorphosis....

The girl and the old woman

Keep an eye on each other;

The raven screams, solemnly:

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