cheryl davis miller

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

cheryl davis miller Poems

161. Water 12/13/2013
162. All Along 12/15/2013
163. Benghazi 12/16/2013
164. Bloody Hill 2/11/2014
165. True Leaders Needed 2/11/2014
166. Inspector Clueless 2/11/2014
167. 3: Am Call 2/11/2014
168. Responsibility 2/11/2014
169. 4 Brave Americans 2/11/2014
170. A Time To Stand 2/11/2014
171. If 2/18/2014
172. Age 2/18/2014
173. Jolly's Race 3/18/2014
174. Freed 4/19/2014
175. Little Jay Carney And Friends 5/3/2014
176. 'Fox' In The Whitehouse 5/3/2014
177. Truth For Benghazi 5/3/2014
178. Answer To Time Ragizine 5/3/2014
179. Killing Off The Ladies 12/18/2013
180. Open Eyes 12/20/2013
181. Change 12/22/2013
182. Home For Christmas 12/24/2013
183. American Shame 1/16/2014
184. Playing Opossum 1/18/2014
185. The Canvas 2/11/2014
186. The Lion And The Lamb 2/11/2014
187. Thirty Minute Stall 5/29/2014
188. A Trilogy On Age 5/29/2014
189. The Moon's Present Woe 7/25/2014
190. A Cry For Help 8/10/2014
191. She Smiles 10/24/2015
192. The Reaping 10/24/2015
193. The Band Played Shake It Off 10/24/2015
194. Quibble Squabble Spit And Spat 10/24/2015
195. Quentin Tarantino 11/6/2015
196. Dead At Heart 11/13/2015
197. Take The Helm 11/17/2015
198. Excuse Me 11/17/2015
199. The Holidays 11/17/2015
200. La-La Land 11/20/2015

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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