Forever His Eyes Can See Poem by Marieta Maglas
Forever His Eyes Can See
Painting a portrait with hidden beauty,
Portraiture means, sometimes,
silent poetry,
And other times means blossoming flowers.
Poetical words like flowers.
His tears were like drops of rain,
tears in the rain.
Sweet thoughts are coming to light.
Become a creative and insightful reality.
His malignant fever means writing poems,
Creative obsessions and music,
shining dreams in the night.
Make the weight of his loneliness creep inside.
Behind his soul's door,
always the loving souls
Can hear his musical notes...
His poetical lines are sometimes immense.
Make the readers find new thoughts.
Need to see the eyes of the Father,
In a place where
All souls stand as equals,
And where forever the eyes can see.....
Poem by Marieta Maglas
Dedicated to our poet Eyan Desir
an unusual idea got on my mind... poetry sometimes like a pastry, the final result depends on to whom u make/dedicate it. he is a very good poet, deserves a poem like this 10/10. fine work
a wonderful protrait of creativity and resonant imagery! A picture-perfect decication!
You have fulfilled a noble wish of dedication ! Being a witness testifying the truth Showing the highest degree of honesty! - we are witnesses and i witnessed it too.
Really a good composition.Worth reading.Thanks for inviting me to read your nice poem.
Mary, this poem is very nice of you... You hv a truly wonderful idea, yeah - for every time his eyes see-. Lovely poem
This is very true! Like marieta, Eyan creativity in words is channeling and Marieta is always surprising. this is a very good one, as a dedication to a deserving one. Have a nice day! Thanks for inviting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/6/2025 8:36:46 PM # 1.0.0
painting, is another kind of poetry 'Feeling the weight of loneliness creeping inside.' very nice indeed,10+