Thursday, July 1, 2021







Tastes of falsehood

the smell of these flowers

offered by the hands

that so many times

left marks on my body

as many as the clouds in the sky

In a winter day

nor do I recognize

this smile of yours

marked by wrinkles

of a man who faces life

dragging with him

heavy the burden of impiety


Printed in my mind

your evil gaze

say when

you blame me for

things never said or

things never done

pouring over me

your failures your defeats

I tell my pain

to the wind

the will to go

stifled is inside me

the cold you brought into my heart

chilly like the wind of Buran

the darkness in my soul

Like the arctic nights

and ripped you have my hope and

all my dreams


Of me

of the woman of once

Just a portrait remains

Hanging on a wall

In this faded-walled house

Where I wander as in a limbo

@ Maria Miraglia



The Ink


I  made the ink drop from my desk

one day

and the teacher hard hit

with a wand my hand

she could teach me instead

how to lift the bottle

and maybe how to lay it  

at the right place

Wounded and annoyed

I didn't shed a tear

and in silence I stayed

until the sound of the school-bell

Back home

I told my mom

one day

i will be a teacher but

fair and good

@ Maria Miraglia



Earthly Stage


Wonder arouse the first dim lights of dawn


the birds' joyful flights


in the air


amazement the stars and the celestial bodies


in the blue dove


the flowers beauty


of the endless fields


Paintings by adept hands


the butterflies' wings


the high mountains


majestic statues


by the Great Artist graven


Sweet music the silences


of the wide spaces


the light wind in the hair


the warm of the sun rays


touch of caressing hands


This the earthly stage


where men with no mercy or pity


spend their lives


staining the world streets and meadows


with their brothers' blood


breaking the holy silences


with cries of pain


filling the clear air


with the nauseating smell


of dead bodies

@ Maria Miraglia




MARIA MIRAGLIA: Educationist, poet, translator, peace activist, Maria A. Miraglia was born and lives in Italy. For a long time, an active member of Amnesty International, she herself founder and chairwoman of World Foundation for Peace. Member of Ican, of the International Observatory for Information and Human Rights. Founding member and literary director of the Italian cultural association P. Neruda, honorary member of Nationes Unidas de las Letras, advisory member of the editor board of Galaktika Poetike Autunis, member of the editorial board of Our poetry Archive, member of the editorial advisory board of Sahitya Anand. Presidente de la organization Mundial de los Trovatores, Italy and Deputy President – Coordination, at a child rights global organization, the United World Movement for Children (UWMC). She collaborates for poetry with numerous national and international newspapers and magazines. Her poems have been translated into several foreign languages and are collected in numberless anthologies all over the world.  Dr Maria Miraglia is often a welcome guest of international events for poetry. Beauty and profundity are the most important characteristic of Maria Miraglia’s works and although these elements are found in some of the exceptional works by modern writers, blending them together seems a challenge for many, where Maria is found to be successful applying them into her poems. Author of anthologies in Italian, English or both languages She is recipient of numerous national and international awards and recognition.


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