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Ruth Miranda Poem
Sometimes I look for you at night,
And every now and again I wonder what you look like
or what are you doing while I write.
Once in a while, I take long walks
And I think of you.
Sometimes I wish I knew your name
Or the city in which you live
Occasionally, while I look through the window,
I picture you in my mind.
Once in a while, when the rain wets my thoughts,
I dream of you.
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I created this poem to teach passive voice in an ESL class in Chile (English as a foreign
language)
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My heart was broken,
By the sound of your eyes
No words will be spoken,
I will be wise.
Your expressions destroyed my hopes,
My trust is vanished,
You have put me against the ropes
by the end of the day, I will be banished.
Give me one moment to believe
Now my thoughts are awaken
I know you have to leave,
I will be forsaken.
Copyright © Ruth Miranda | Year Posted 2010
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Ruth Miranda Poem
Walking under the rain I give up,
I give up with the smell of your worries,
with the way you smile
your completely untrue stories.
I give up with the taste of your two soft, red edges,
which are part of your mouth,
with the unpleasantly sharp taste of your lips.
I give up to let the phoenix
set fire to itself and born again,
raising from its ashes.
I give up with a satisfying meaning.
I will stop trying to guess
whether I'm here or there
I will stop doing my research
before I have completed it.
I will log out before being knocked out.
I will let that great affection
work with the reflexive pronoun "I".
I give up to let the ability to recover
quickly fill me in...body and heart
I give up with a pleasantly meaning
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Ruth Miranda Poem
Alligator always thought he could fly
He wanted to have wings
Like a butterfly
Butterfly wanted to be strong
Have big teeth,
she had wishes underneath
Alligator wanted to swim in the air
Touch the clouds
Get out of his lair
Butterfly wished she could be an alligator
Not to fear
She had all clear
One day, they both met
at the island place
what heartbreaking case!
Let’s change our bodies- they said.
Alligator tried to fly around
But he fell down
Butterfly tried to scare a giraffe
But that made animals
Have a good laugh
After failing tries
they decided to live together
no matter the weather
Butterfly on alligator’s back
Didn’t feel a snack
But ready to attack
Alligator wearing wings,
felt like kings.
What a wonderful thing.
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call me at night
when I think that I have no hope
call me any time
when I let my tears fell down
call me today
when I have lost my soul
call me when I have made a mistake
when I have let my fears eat my happiness
call me when I'm crying out for a change
when I have forgotten you, completely.
call me now.
Copyright © Ruth Miranda | Year Posted 2011
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full bloom tulips
powerful breeze
colorful days
your coming from the north
they gave you back
magical sensation
smiles and laughs
wonderful rainbows
your coming from the north
you are in your track
water and sunshine
early mornings
endless days
your coming from the north
light now they lack
Summer, my dear friend,
you're back
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One day,
I will touch the sky
Have wings to fly.
One day,
I will jump the gap
Be free to nap.
One day,
I will smile forever
Create a new knowledge level.
One day,
I will spin around
Bounce with my crown
One day,
I will have a big grin on my face
Be full of grace.
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Ruth Miranda Poem
I'm naked...thirsty
in front of your presence
with no words in my mouth
no wishes, no hopes
nothing to offer.
I'm naked...lost
my heart is empty
and my white clothes
have been removed
and I'm cold and tired.
I'm naked...needy
begging for your compassion
with nothing to hide,
here is the little girl-naked-
do you remember her?
I'm naked-waiting-freezing
where are your wings?
cover me!
where is the water?
give me to drink
I'm naked...unfilled
screaming in silence
-hungry-
where is the bread?
I'm--in your presence--naked.
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Ruth Miranda Poem
Never forget that I was your angel
That your tears fell when you saw me crying
Never forget that you hugged me
When I needed comfort.
Never forget that I was your angel.
Never forget that you were like home
When my beloved ones were so far
Never forget that you filled my heart with your love
When the ugly monster lied.
Never forget that I was your angel.
Never forget that I was your child,
That I loved the seed of your womb.
Never forget that you covered me with gifts
Gifts that I will always keep.
Never forget that I was your angel.
Never forget that on February the second
Our souls were separated by distance
Never forget my humble spirit
And if you ever hear my spirit walking in the house….
Never forget that I was your angel.
(dedicated to my wonderful A & M)
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Old me, I've been looking for you
for your naive thoughts, clean feelings, pure heart,
trustful words, sweet eyes,
and even for your immature comments.
Sometimes, hopes talk about you
and smiles remember your good friendship,
the one you used to be.
Old me, when did you get lost?
Where did you go?
I've lost count of the times I've seen you
You just disappear as vapor or fog.
Why did you decide to put your arms down
Who should I blame?
I know you are afraid to comeback,
Strength and trust you lack.
Old me, I'm calling your name,
awake from your sleep.
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