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Best Ruth Miranda Poems

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I don't know you yet

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.

Copyright © Ruth Miranda | Year Posted 2010

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My passive ugly truth

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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Butterfly and Alligator

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.

Copyright © Ruth Miranda | Year Posted 2010

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"Give up" has a positive meaning

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

Copyright © Ruth Miranda | Year Posted 2010

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Summer

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

Copyright © Ruth Miranda | Year Posted 2010

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call me

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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ONE DAY

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.

Copyright © Ruth Miranda | Year Posted 2010

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IN YOUR PRESENCE

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.

Copyright © Ruth Miranda | Year Posted 2010

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Never Forget

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)

Copyright © Ruth Miranda | Year Posted 2010

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She (a bubble world)

She is wild but romantic
She speaks nonsense 
but she’s funny
She has a free soul,
But she falls in love too fast
Making a slave of herself.

She doesn’t speak out her mind
She usually keeps in silence,
 Letting her thoughts be free.
She looks for that perfect blue prince
The one she heard in Spanish fairy tales.
She’s a child in a woman’s body.

She still has that naive look
She’s neither beautiful nor ugly,
She wonders what beauty really is.
She gives up before she tries.
And let things pass by.
Still she is a girl with dreams.

She sings with a marvelous tone,
 her voice is like sugary melody.
And some have been enthralled 
by her walking attitude.
She smiles hiding deep fears
But she knows she’s a strong soul.

She is confident and trustful
But she sometimes can be a hater.
She believes in people
but let down easily.
She is a special human being.
She can give more than she receives.

She is the girl in a bubble world.

Copyright © Ruth Miranda | Year Posted 2010

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