cheryl davis miller

Veteran Poet - 1,401 Points (2/26/57 / America)

cheryl davis miller Poems

41. Angels Weep 11/1/2013
42. Anna's Favorite 11/1/2013
43. Appalachian Lullaby 11/1/2013
44. Connie And Me 11/1/2013
45. Etiquette 11/1/2013
46. Expertice 11/1/2013
47. To Grow Up 11/1/2013
48. Jed 11/7/2013
49. A Tiger By The Tail 11/7/2013
50. Free Love 11/7/2013
51. Please Go Away 11/7/2013
52. Grandma's Place 11/7/2013
53. From My Window 11/7/2013
54. Grandma's Tales 11/7/2013
55. Gypsy Blood 11/7/2013
56. Gypsy Story 2 11/7/2013
57. 'Gypsy' Mama Called Me 11/7/2013
58. Mommies 11/7/2013
59. My Friend 11/7/2013
60. I'M Sorry 11/7/2013
61. Searching For My Mojo 11/7/2013
62. Iney's Adventure 11/7/2013
63. Mom And Dad 11/7/2013
64. Old Minnie's Farm 11/7/2013
65. My Man's Poetry 11/7/2013
66. I 11/7/2013
67. I Miss 11/7/2013
68. Hunger 11/7/2013
69. My Little One 11/7/2013
70. Hope 11/7/2013
71. Maybe He Should Have 11/7/2013
72. Un-Said 11/7/2013
73. A Trains Sound 11/7/2013
74. Gypsy Story 1 11/7/2013
75. Times Like These 11/7/2013
76. Leaving Our Mark 11/8/2013
77. The Garden 11/8/2013
78. Oral Roberts -1918-2009 11/8/2013
79. Piccadilly Market 11/8/2013
80. Remember Me 11/8/2013

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 ...

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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.

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