cheryl davis miller

Veteran Poet - 1,425 Points (2/26/57 / America)

cheryl davis miller Poems

241. Old Things 10/28/2013
242. A Safe Place 10/28/2013
243. A Hoe Is A Hoe? 10/28/2013
244. A House Divided 10/28/2013
245. A Feather On The Wind 11/9/2013
246. Summer Gardening 11/21/2013
247. Falling Away 11/1/2013
248. Vanessa And I 12/8/2013
249. Not Forgetting 2/11/2014
250. Missing Mom 5/8/2014
251. Betty And Mark 11/1/2013
252. Vessels Of Honor 11/7/2013
253. Pitiful, Petulant, Pouting, Pete [ His Story] 10/27/2013
254. Chores 10/30/2013
255. Proud American 10/28/2013
256. Dividing Love 10/27/2013
257. Madness 6/12/2013
258. It's Not In Vain 11/8/2013
259. A Swan Song 10/18/2016
260. Hill-Billy Lore 11/21/2013
261. The Butterfly Bush 11/21/2013
262. To Be Or Not To Be 12/8/2013
263. No To Refugees 11/17/2015
264. A Gentle Voice 9/26/2017
265. Silence 7/25/2017
266. Regret 5/2/2017
267. The Mouse Brigade 12/14/2013
268. Molly's Grace 11/7/2013
269. The Flu 11/15/2013
270. Go Away Snow 11/7/2013
271. Hell Or High Waters 11/6/2017
272. The Walking Dead 11/29/2013
273. Purple Haze 12/3/2016
274. Loneliness 6/23/2017

Comments about cheryl davis miller

  • Paige S (4/27/2009 10:04:00 PM)

    Mrs. Miller is a wonderful poet. Her views are much the truth, and she can express herself in a very gifted way. Her poetry is truly delightful to read.

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Best Poem of cheryl davis miller

Loneliness

A shudder running up my spine
without reason nor any rhyme
a constant process I confess
reminder of my loneliness.

Where are the answers I once knew
where are the friendships I thought true?
Hands to hold, and ears to listen
just be there, a simple mission.

As I have been in seasons past
to comfort, console, act steadfast
to seek for explanations, ' why? '
to tend the wounds and balm apply.

This loneliness I cannot bear
I'm reaching out, no one is there
so I begin to then withdraw
attempting to become so ...

Read the full of Loneliness

The Nest

Alberta the Squirrel had a very fine nest.
In the crook of yon Maple tree high did it rest.
She had a mate named William she called Billy Boy.
Her lifelong companion filled her heart with pure joy.

They'd built their nest lovingly all safe, snug and warm.
They tended it well so it would weather a storm.
In springtime they would add softest layers anew.
To prepare for the birth of a baby or two.

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