cheryl davis miller

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

cheryl davis miller Poems

121. The Picture 11/29/2013
122. The Rest Home Door 11/29/2013
123. The Search 11/29/2013
124. This Song Is About You Tommy Lee 11/29/2013
125. The Season 11/29/2013
126. The Spotted Lamb 11/29/2013
127. The Simple Country Farmer 11/29/2013
128. The Stone Wall Of Sin 11/29/2013
129. The Tale Of The Little Handmaid 11/29/2013
130. The Tale Of The Mountain Healer 11/29/2013
131. The Walking Dead Pt.2 11/29/2013
132. The Wanderer 11/29/2013
133. The Wicked Witch 11/29/2013
134. This Time Of Year 11/29/2013
135. She Teaches 11/8/2013
136. Summer 11/21/2013
137. Sweet Lad 11/21/2013
138. The Cleft 11/21/2013
139. The Courts 11/21/2013
140. The Dream 11/21/2013
141. The Warrior's Tale 11/29/2013
142. Too Many Eggs 12/3/2013
143. Who Is Wise? 12/3/2013
144. Too Kiss The Yoke 12/3/2013
145. Today Is A Good Old Day 12/3/2013
146. What Is To Come 12/3/2013
147. The Parting 12/4/2013
148. Thank You 11/21/2013
149. The Bluebird Cafe 11/21/2013
150. The Teacher And The Student 11/29/2013
151. Tommys Poem 12/8/2013
152. Un-Named 12/8/2013
153. What Would It Take 12/8/2013
154. Who 12/8/2013
155. Wall Streets Present Shame 12/8/2013
156. You Can Never Know 12/8/2013
157. Whats The Matter? 12/8/2013
158. Brother Billy 12/8/2013
159. Lemmings 12/8/2013
160. Waiting 12/12/2013
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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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.

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