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Gwendolyn Miller Poems
Her smile shines overall. She only shows her entire face once a month. The dark and dreary night is shattered, like a piece of stained glass.
A gray persona shadows the house, as occupations of the owner change. Bare trees stand in the front yard;
The mind is brilliant when trying to achieve something that seems impossible. Negativity has equal control, the perspective changes, optimism disintegrates as the race progresses,
I am an object that is carried to quench the thirst of a particular person. I have witnessed many events that create memories. I have flown across the ocean.
Mother Nature is Never Satisfied
Mother nature is never satisfied. She wants her most prized possession to be kept neat and clean, No littering to be tolerated. The Earth can only be taken care of by so long till the end of renewal can be seen.
A Myopic View of Gwendolyn
I am a person with strong ambition. I am a stream in the wilderness pursuing the ultimate ocean. I am someone who is always trying to see only the good in people. I am of purpose,
Tragedy at Graduation
A girl who is seventeen, A girl who is Rory Gilmore, A girl that walks with confidence, A girl who always leaves the door open to endless possibility.
A woman who begins the journey of life as a young girl No manual is available to let her know how to begin She progresses into a role far better than any secular job could offer A daily balancing act takes place day by day
The Day the Dawn will Break
The day will come when there is no time left I will leave and never look back I will have finally passed the test Fear will not be found within me
While walking on the cobblestones in Saudi Arabia I noticed many Arab women with dark distinct features Staring at me, watching my every move
Comments about Gwendolyn Miller
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
Her smile shines overall.
She only shows her entire face once a month.
The dark and dreary night is shattered,
like a piece of stained glass.
She comes out through the clouds,
but is only visible at night.
Silhouettes can be seen walking,
with the moonlight beaming behind them.
A white sphere floats in the sky,
while charcoal clouds frolic amongst each other.
Yearning to see a shining star,
she anxiously waits night after night.