cheryl davis miller

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

cheryl davis miller Poems

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