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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. | Falling Away | 11/1/2013 |
| 246. | Summer Gardening | 11/21/2013 |
| 247. | Vanessa And I | 12/8/2013 |
| 248. | Not Forgetting | 2/11/2014 |
| 249. | Missing Mom | 5/8/2014 |
| 250. | Betty And Mark | 11/1/2013 |
| 251. | Pitiful, Petulant, Pouting, Pete [ His Story] | 10/27/2013 |
| 252. | Chores | 10/30/2013 |
| 253. | Vessels Of Honor | 11/7/2013 |
| 254. | A Trains Sound | 11/7/2013 |
| 255. | Proud American | 10/28/2013 |
| 256. | Dividing Love | 10/27/2013 |
| 257. | Madness | 6/12/2013 |
| 258. | Hill-Billy Lore | 11/21/2013 |
| 259. | It's Not In Vain | 11/8/2013 |
| 260. | A Swan Song | 10/18/2016 |
| 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. | Molly's Grace | 11/7/2013 |
| 268. | The Flu | 11/15/2013 |
| 269. | Go Away Snow | 11/7/2013 |
| 270. | The Mouse Brigade | 12/14/2013 |
| 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
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 ...
Madness
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.
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.