Delilah Miller

Rookie (San Diego)

Delilah Miller Poems

1. Passion Is Easy. 1/6/2007
2. Phoenix-Minded 1/8/2007
3. Time-Framed 1/9/2007
4. Cold Kitchen Dreams 1/14/2007
5. Love Of 2 Novas 2/12/2007
6. Immaturity Keeps You From Me 2/13/2007
7. A Sidewalk 2/22/2007
8. Tell It To Me 3/15/2007
9. Kids Who Write 3/16/2007
10. Love Lessons Learned In Chemistry 3/19/2007
11. I Let Me Get In Your Way 4/1/2007
12. Goodnight You 4/23/2007
13. Feels As Real As It Should 5/2/2007
14. Unimpressive Poets 5/26/2007
15. Decided To Be A Poet 5/26/2007
16. Independence Is Weightless 5/29/2007
17. A Man's Love 6/19/2007
18. Uncertainty Leads To Questions 6/29/2007
19. Thoughts On Humanity 7/17/2007
20. Ones That Use You 7/21/2007
21. He's Just Too Cool 7/22/2007
22. Know What You'Re Doing 7/26/2007
23. Life Is The Longest 7/28/2007
24. Alive And Subtle 8/21/2007
25. Honey Love 8/24/2007
26. Content 9/1/2007
27. I Woke Up In Your Doorway 9/3/2007
28. Fishing 9/6/2007
29. Have My Doubts 9/7/2007
30. Blatant Hurt Me 9/14/2007
31. A Child Born 9/20/2007
32. Grande Amor 9/30/2007
33. Girl Half Full 11/13/2007
34. So Far 11/15/2007
35. Creative Writing: I Am Poem 11/18/2007
36. Black Cherry,121a 12/1/2007
37. Boy Who Stole My Heart 12/1/2007
38. Heart Of Hearts 12/23/2007
39. Kiss The Mirror 1/28/2008
40. God The Silkworm 1/30/2008
Best Poem of Delilah Miller

Chicago Streets

So good to be home
and out of the heat.
All those excess people reminded I'm alone
as I explored the busy Chicago streets.

So good to be mild
and not full of heat.
All those old buildings reminded I'm only a child
as I explored the ancient Chicago streets.

So good to be recognized
and not sweating in the heat.
All those dollars spent reminded me of the love I'm still denied.
as I explored the poor Chicago streets.

So good to be back from running away
and back from the heavy, humid heat.
All of the luggage and vacations reminded me ...

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Lost Can Mend?

After it’s all over,
and I have lost;
did not end up with the item I treasured
or the boy I wanted the most,
My life goes on.
Doesn’t it?
I hear the birds and I wake to their songs?
Don’t I?
And people are anywhere I walk along.

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