cheryl davis miller

Veteran Poet - 1,261 Points (2/26/57 / America)

cheryl davis miller Poems

241. Teacher's Pet 11/21/2013
242. Pray For My Babies 11/8/2013
243. Ice's Wintry Touch 11/7/2013
244. Say No To Crack 11/8/2013
245. Molly's Grace 11/7/2013
246. Beneath 11/1/2013
247. Old Things 10/28/2013
248. A Safe Place 10/28/2013
249. A Hoe Is A Hoe? 10/28/2013
250. A House Divided 10/28/2013
251. A Minuet 10/27/2013
252. The Stone Wall Of Sin 11/29/2013
253. Summer Gardening 11/21/2013
254. Falling Away 11/1/2013
255. Vanessa And I 12/8/2013
256. Not Forgetting 2/11/2014
257. Missing Mom 5/8/2014
258. Betty And Mark 11/1/2013
259. Vessels Of Honor 11/7/2013
260. Pitiful, Petulant, Pouting, Pete [ His Story] 10/27/2013
261. Chores 10/30/2013
262. Proud American 10/28/2013
263. The Butterfly Bush 11/21/2013
264. Purple Haze 12/3/2016
265. The Mouse Brigade 12/14/2013
266. The Flu 11/15/2013
267. Go Away Snow 11/7/2013
268. Loneliness 6/23/2017
269. The Walking Dead 11/29/2013
Best Poem of cheryl davis miller

The Walking Dead

'You feel too deeply, ' my mother spoke.
When suddenly from sleep I woke.
How can one limit ones depth of heart?
Please tell me Mom I want to start.

To lesson the ache and stop the tears,
that's followed me these many years.
Then celebrate what is left of life,
free of the cares of pain and strife.

To look through my eyes and yet not see
the turmoil and perplexity,
of the lost and lonely souls out there.
Please tell me Mom how not to care.

How can I not hear the sad refrain
of souls vexed so by sins dark stain?
The ghastly ...

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In the winding wood's of Caroline
there on pathway's up and down.
Nestled neath the pines and green fronds
he said our bodies, would be found.

One hand held to a pint of moonshine
the other bore a twenty-two.
Hours of marching on as he taunted
his threats had always, proven true.

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