Poet Miranda

Floral fragrances
waft fromwildflower meadows.
Nature’s sweet perfume.

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Amazing!

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Who can resist
Her big bright smile
Beautiful sunflower

biting into
the first peach…
the sweetness of farmhands

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Dark storm clouds against a rosy sunset sky.

Floating paradox—
#Contrarian clouds enhance
The popular view

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Golden evening hues,
Picnic blankets spread about,
Laughters fill the air.

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The sun’s final bow.
Colours burst across the sea –
A grand, fleeting show.

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white wild chamomile
and old raven's blackened call
along the green path

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A single curled leaf floats silently on a still glass surface, refusing to fall despite the passing seasons. The scene feels heavy with quiet regret and suspended time. I wrote this poem to explore the feeling of being stuck—caught between moving on and holding on to something that won’t release you. It reflects that uneasy space of waiting and unresolved loss. The Leaf That Forgot to Fall A single leaf floats still upon the glass, Its edges curled like thought that dares not speak. No ripple moves, no wind dares gently pass— The world holds breath around its silent peak. It does not fall, though all things must descend; It lingers like regret that will not end. Beneath, the water gleams with something old, Too clear to lie, too heavy to be told. The scent of rain remains but does not stay, A song of leaves forgotten in the sway. The weight of waiting presses on its skin— A hush so loud it howls from deep within. It does not stir, but still it feels the turn: The world moves on—and yet it will not burn.

A quiet, dust-covered windowpane symbolizes fading memories that slowly slip away, becoming distant and fragile. The poem captures the ache of losing touch with what once mattered, the subtle unraveling of the past. I wrote this poem to express the painful fading of memory and the weight of absence that remains when what we cherish begins to dissolve beyond reach. The Sound of Memory Dying The silence hangs like dust on windowpanes, A weightless hush that stains the edge of thought. Time cracks beneath its rusted, aching chains, And memory becomes what once was sought. A candle’s breath, a whisper in the dark— Each echo falters, softer than it seems. The shadow’s edge grows brittle, losing spark, Unraveling the thread that held the seams. The air tastes like a name no longer known, A bitter syllable that slips the tongue. Each step recalls a voice that stands alone, A faded verse too soft to have been sung. What lingers now is not the thing once dear, But absence shaped by everything we fear.

Set in a lonely motel room on the edge of a frozen landscape, the poem captures the quiet ache of waiting and loss. The cold neon lights and distant freight trains echo the emptiness inside, as the speaker reflects on someone who left, leaving only silence behind. I wrote this poem to explore the feeling of being stuck in a place where time seems to freeze—waiting for something or someone who won’t return—and the quiet heartbreak that comes with that kind of absence. 1 Hour 28 Minutes Outside of Tulsa The motel hums with neon burning out, A freight line moans beyond the frozen pass. The static snow keeps drifting all about, My coffee growing cold beside the glass. She left a note—but nothing I could hold, Just “couldn’t bear to die inside that town.” The letters shook, like something had gone cold— She must’ve stopped, then forced the rest back down. I could’ve chased her—God knows I was near— But I just sat there, watching headlights slide. Some hearts don’t break—they disappear in fear, And mine was just the place she went to hide. Now I exist where silence eats the sound— Where roads go dark, and love won’t turn around.

This poem reflects the pain of reaching out to someone who no longer responds—letters full of hope and regret sent into silence, returning unread. It’s about the struggle to communicate when the connection has been broken and the loneliness that follows. I wrote this poem to express that quiet desperation and the feeling of being shut out, even when all you want is to be heard and understood. Letters Home (Return to Sender) The ink bleeds through, soaked in fractured regret, Words meant to heal now crumble into dust. Letters crumpled in silence, left unmet, Their echoes fading, lost to rust. I send them, though you’re too far to reach— A voice in the void, lost in a forgotten prayer. My heart trembles, hoping you might teach, But your absence swallows the weight I bear. You never opened what I poured on the page, Kept them locked tight, too cold to unfold. I begged for you to listen, but I’ve become a cage, Drowning in the silence, bitter and bold. Each letter returns, empty but still alight, A hope that flickers, just out of sight.

Some months don’t break you—
they just drift past,
quiet and heavy.
I didn’t come here with answers.
This is the ash that still breathes,
the pulse beneath what didn’t burn.
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Dark heart, rayed in light,
Striped petals reach for the sun,
Green depths softly blur.
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hunting what evades
swan slashes the deep balance
nothing to grasp here

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Love this!

Beautiful

Lovely

Amazing!

Rolling hills, alive
Beneath a sky brushed with gold.
Rippling wheat sways low.

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We need beauty because it makes us ache to be worthy of it.

- Mary Oliver

Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable - Mary Oliver

Mary Oliver with some wise words...

Absurdism is back
let's get off track
but at least rhymes
wait that was limes
she's getting weird
speaking in third
person and that
was bad old hat
call it what you will
busting out the frills
sometimes you just
gotta yap and thrust
wait what lmao
forget that one

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it hits with blinding #clarity
that there has been disparity
feeling cherished was a rarity
so I say this with sincerity
I wish you much prosperity
as I muster my temerity
to leave all this familiarity
and find one without asperity
who thinks of me as a singularity

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a red car is driving down a dirt road with trees in the background ALT: a red car is driving down a dirt road with trees in the background

Poetry
Has ruined me
It’s quite plain to see

It’s rooted
In my #marrow
Deep As Deep Can Be

Everytime
I’m talking,
A poet in my head—

Busily
Constructs rhymes
Of every line I’ve said

If I’m speaking to you
And get
A Far ‘Way Look

Means
The poet in my head
Offbeat detour took
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The rhymes could be cleaner, and the measure tighter.
Still no giving up on neither poetry nor fun. I'm a fighter.
At least, with my poems, it's always A-A-B-B-A.
No matter what.. So, sorry, what can I say?
No shit, I'm a Limerick writer!! 🎉✊🤪

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Purple petals soft,
Nature's vibrant velvet quilt,
Beauty stitched with care.

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be inspired by poetry
be perfected by music

Confucius

I wear the day like poetry
with petals as commas
and gratitude as verses…

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