cheryl davis miller

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

cheryl davis miller Poems

121. The Little Church 11/28/2013
122. The Gathering 11/28/2013
123. The Judgement Seat 11/29/2013
124. The Message Of The Shadows 11/29/2013
125. The Picture 11/29/2013
126. The Rest Home Door 11/29/2013
127. The Search 11/29/2013
128. This Song Is About You Tommy Lee 11/29/2013
129. The Season 11/29/2013
130. The Spotted Lamb 11/29/2013
131. The Simple Country Farmer 11/29/2013
132. The Stone Wall Of Sin 11/29/2013
133. The Tale Of The Little Handmaid 11/29/2013
134. The Tale Of The Mountain Healer 11/29/2013
135. The Walking Dead Pt.2 11/29/2013
136. The Wanderer 11/29/2013
137. The Wicked Witch 11/29/2013
138. This Time Of Year 11/29/2013
139. She Teaches 11/8/2013
140. Summer 11/21/2013
141. Sweet Lad 11/21/2013
142. Thank You 11/21/2013
143. The Bluebird Cafe 11/21/2013
144. The Teacher And The Student 11/29/2013
145. The Warrior's Tale 11/29/2013
146. Too Many Eggs 12/3/2013
147. Who Is Wise? 12/3/2013
148. Too Kiss The Yoke 12/3/2013
149. Today Is A Good Old Day 12/3/2013
150. What Is To Come 12/3/2013
151. The Parting 12/4/2013
152. Tommys Poem 12/8/2013
153. Un-Named 12/8/2013
154. What Would It Take 12/8/2013
155. Who 12/8/2013
156. Wall Streets Present Shame 12/8/2013
157. You Can Never Know 12/8/2013
158. Whats The Matter? 12/8/2013
159. Brother Billy 12/8/2013
160. Lemmings 12/8/2013

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 ...

Read the full of Loneliness

I Love The Tender Blooms

I love the tender blossoms.
So I wait, expectantly.
For each precious bloom to open
and lift their face toward Me.

I adore every petal.
No two blooms are quite the same
My hand tends and trains the tendrils,
and I call each one by name.

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