cheryl davis miller

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

cheryl davis miller Poems

201. Trump Said Some Bad Words 10/9/2016
202. The Apple Cart 10/14/2016
203. Uncle Filbert 10/15/2016
204. Thirty Minute Stall 5/29/2014
205. A Trilogy On Age 5/29/2014
206. The Moon's Present Woe 7/25/2014
207. A Cry For Help 8/10/2014
208. She Smiles 10/24/2015
209. The Reaping 10/24/2015
210. The Band Played Shake It Off 10/24/2015
211. Quibble Squabble Spit And Spat 10/24/2015
212. Quentin Tarantino 11/6/2015
213. Dead At Heart 11/13/2015
214. Take The Helm 11/17/2015
215. American Shame 1/16/2014
216. Playing Opossum 1/18/2014
217. The Canvas 2/11/2014
218. The Lion And The Lamb 2/11/2014
219. All Along 12/15/2013
220. Benghazi 12/16/2013
221. Front Page News 12/3/2016
222. Beware The Swamp 12/8/2016
223. Sweet West Virginia Boy 5/2/2017
224. Forever True 5/9/2017
225. Message Sent 7/25/2017
226. The Question 8/4/2017
227. Blackheart Mccain 9/24/2017
228. The Bucket 10/13/2017
229. Kate's Law 12/1/2017
230. Believe In Santa 12/18/2013
231. Obama-Care [does He] 12/26/2013
232. There Is A Garden 12/8/2013
233. Whispering Song Sings 12/12/2013
234. Teacher's Pet 11/21/2013
235. Pray For My Babies 11/8/2013
236. To Catch Me When I Fall 11/29/2013
237. A Minuet 10/27/2013
238. Leave The Light On Mommie 11/7/2013
239. Say No To Crack 11/8/2013
240. Ice's Wintry Touch 11/7/2013

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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