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Best Poems Written by Miranda Agnes Quainoo

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I Lost Me

I lost me
when i tried to please 
you 
when i said what u 
wanted me to say
and did what u wanted 
me to do
when i find the one who 
is still in here
me
is all i will ever be

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Happy Birthday

Exactly eleven years ago
you came into our lives 
as a gift
a bundle of joy 
as many will call it

you spread love and 
leave your mark in your 
own small way.
even though i prayed for 
a little brother
you are the cutest little 
sister ever.
Happy birthday
Abigail
i love you

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Never Too Late

i wish                           
you had taught me 
how to ride a 
bicycle                         
carried me on your 
shoulders         tickled 
me so hard 
i could not breathe  
wished                    
you had watched 
me in the christmas 
play         you had been 
there to read me a 
story                             
and watched me 
sleep in your 
arms                              
how much i wish     but 
no matter what i 
do                    i cant 
have those times 
now           but its never 
too 
late daddy             
to make it up to 
me                                  
because i really 
love you

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Princess

Walking down the street
no one seems to notice 
me
then i wonder
if some one had gone 
before me and 
announced i was royalty
would they have treated 
me any different
ofcourse 
but its not a matter of 
who they see
its who i see
i see a princess of the 
most popular kingdom
what they are unaware 
of is that a real princess 
never reveals her true 
identity

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Any Time I Take a Shower

When am in the shower
am in a spotlight of my 
own
no other world exists 
behind the doors 
am as free as can be
thats where am 
pampered by the sweet 
scented soap
and by the fresh water 
that pours freely on my 
face down to my feet
anytime am in the shower 
i can sing my best 
where no one has to 
approve
i can dance around  and 
not feel silly
when am in the shower i 
appreciate those little 
refreshing moments in life

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To My Poetry Soup Family

i wrote my first poem at 
twelve

standing on the school 
stage and reciting it

gave me pride and 
passion for what i knew 
was a gift

mama wrote it in her dairy

but grandma thought i 
was a hobby that  wont 
earn money

but my notebook and my 
pen were my best friends

every word in it was 
alive to me

my sister and friends 
love what i write

but i still hungered  to be 
in a family who love to do 
what i love to do

and who knows and 
understands how much 
poetry really means

am grateful for my poetry 
soup family

and i hope they know 
what this means to me

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Mummy's Girl

All my life
i have been trying
to talk  like you
walk like you
act like you
and even laugh like you
sometimes i dont want to 
grow up because i 
always want to be 
mummy's little girl

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An Early Obituary

Today,
i write my obituary
to some,
it is an end to a story
but it is my beginning
yes, am young
and alive.
nobody knows me better 
than i do.
Everything i want to be 
remembered for is 
everything i truly am
not what people want to 
hear when am no more
what i want to be 
remembered for
is neither fame nor 
fortune
but someone who had a 
passion for life, love and 
dreams.
Someone who saw 
beauty,a gift and a 
blessing in every  
moment.
One who took chances 
loved and lived life with 
no regrets.
Starting today,
that is who am going to 
be remembered for

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Easter

Death is a sad story
but not in his case  
though we cry
he gave a reason to 
celebrate  
died for all to live
like a trambled rose
its petals will appear 
again
the sun again
to make known to all
our king is alive
and will always be 
jesus is alive

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Special Me

That day
the special day this world 
was priviledged to 
welcome the birth of a 
beautiful baby
like the sun which never 
shone
its rays spread through 
all the earth
the rains which never 
poured out gave 
showers of blessing 
every creation joined in 
the celebration
the birds flew higher 
than usual
angels of the heavens 
echoed their voices to 
every corner of the 
earth 
that was the day
this world was given the 
honour of welcoming the 
special baby to love and 
be love
the special birth
my birth