Antonina M. Wiśniewska, real name Ewelina Maleta – poet, writer, reviewer, text editor, translator.
I was born in 1980. I am Polish. A graduate of the Maria Curie-Skłodowska University in Lublin and the Teachers’ College in Radom, where I studied Polish philology. I also have a clothing education in sewing and clothing design, as well as education in public administration and human resources management.
I participated in literary workshops at SCM “ARKA” in Radom and the Kozienice Cultural Center, and also attended various training courses at “Resursa” in Radom. I won the laurel in Poland in the One Poem Tournament in 2019.
I have over 100 international diplomas from various parts of the world: Asia, Africa, South America, North America.
I am the author of the volume of poetry “Poetica vitae” published in 2020. I am also the author of the blog: “Poetry of Life (Poetica vitae)” and the author and head of the website: Word pisane – Ewelina Maleta. This is a website containing biographies and collecting the works of the best poets from around the world. Additionally, I am the editor and proofreader of “Obietnica” by Zbigniew Jarek.
As a co-author, I participated in the following anthologies and magazines and Asia
THE BURDENS OF LIFE
(Classical sonnet, rhyme scheme:
abab, cdcd, efef, gg)
When life crushes you like a heavy stone
And the heart breaks with pain and the cry of existence
Turn complicated fate and persecution into good
Heal your dream desires for the better
Stay calm in difficult and unpleasant times
Don’t succumb to the trauma of coincidences
When it is very difficult to walk through the green forest
Leave all your hardships and complexities there
After the dark night, the sun always rises,
A better day is dawning and giving new hope
for new dreams and better days, warm, hot
What is bad in life does not exist forever
Overcome every evil with good and fight for yourself,
When you pray hard to feel like you’re in heaven.
DEAR FRIEND…
I’m sending you the sanity syndrome…
What is love when the heart is in despair.
What is a dream when sadness marks the way?
What is the joy of life when the path is full of thorns?
What is the pulse of existence when the wind is ahead of us.
What is life without friendship?
What is joy without suffering?
What is a life without meaning?
Like a nightingale, I sing trills to you.
We are like two friends.
You hurt this friendship with love.
We were supposed to be like brother and sister.
We weren’t supposed to destroy friendship,
and you started singing about love,
you felt spring even though autumn was on the trees.
How easy it is to lose friendship when love
it creeps in. Friendship is the kindness of the heart,
And love rules the second heart.
I don’t want your love, sadness and despair.
I want to return to friendship
which means a lot to me in life.
Don’t torment me with your love,
tender words with passion.
Your love and its chains are not for me.
I am a ray of sunshine, a warm smile
on cold days. And you want it at all costs
close the door of friendship.
I don’t agree to your love,
to your tender words.
From your disappointment
I already have a headache.
The only thing I can offer you
it’s human kindness and warm words.
Without tenderness, passion and betrayal.
Today I’m giving you some friendly advice.
Let’s remain as friends before,
I don’t want your love, it’s too much for me.
POLES
My heart is sincere
like a dove’s heart.
My words want to capture
great meaning and depth.
My thoughts are torn
between wanting and being able.
Your heart is beautiful
because he can love.
Your words are nice
their meaning is deep.
Your thoughts are distant
flowing from afar.
We are like two poles,
You are a storm, I am a raging river.
Prepared by Angela Kosta
