cheryl davis miller

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

cheryl davis miller Poems

241. Beneath 11/1/2013
242. Old Things 10/28/2013
243. A Safe Place 10/28/2013
244. A Hoe Is A Hoe? 10/28/2013
245. A House Divided 10/28/2013
246. Falling Away 11/1/2013
247. Summer Gardening 11/21/2013
248. Vanessa And I 12/8/2013
249. Not Forgetting 2/11/2014
250. Missing Mom 5/8/2014
251. Betty And Mark 11/1/2013
252. Vessels Of Honor 11/7/2013
253. Pitiful, Petulant, Pouting, Pete [ His Story] 10/27/2013
254. Chores 10/30/2013
255. Proud American 10/28/2013
256. Dividing Love 10/27/2013
257. Madness 6/12/2013
258. It's Not In Vain 11/8/2013
259. A Swan Song 10/18/2016
260. Hill-Billy Lore 11/21/2013
261. The Butterfly Bush 11/21/2013
262. To Be Or Not To Be 12/8/2013
263. No To Refugees 11/17/2015
264. A Gentle Voice 9/26/2017
265. Silence 7/25/2017
266. Regret 5/2/2017
267. The Mouse Brigade 12/14/2013
268. Molly's Grace 11/7/2013
269. The Flu 11/15/2013
270. Go Away Snow 11/7/2013
271. Hell Or High Waters 11/6/2017
272. The Walking Dead 11/29/2013
273. Purple Haze 12/3/2016
274. Loneliness 6/23/2017

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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