Destry Miller

Destry Miller Poems

It pours when it rains
These clouds of despair
Laughing at my pain
Like i should care

I smile only because if i didn't
I'd frown
I laugh onlybecause if i didn't
I'd cry

Do you see her tears fall,
from her sad eyes they came,
as she walks down the hall,
do you even know her name.

The rain pours down
From the open sky
But I won't frown
And I won't cry

And shatter
Like fragile glass

The anger dies after the fire quiets,
Ashes are all that's left and they remind
Of a fire that burned in a hungry riot,
That burned all it could find.

For every fluttered wing
A soul is taken
She silently sings
Death's awaken

Warm summer night
Still and damp
Alive with flowers
Bright like lamps

How would it be
To be a star
What would i see
From way up far...

To kiss the night
And taste the stars
Full of light
Perfect they are

I shiver violently with the breeze
My heart flutters despite the chill
Winter's Dawn is finally here
To create her wonderland

Oh sweet spring, flowers do fill me with joy
The lovely wind across my bare skin
the warm smell of grass in the air
I lay my head on daisies

My bright summer days
Are long gone
The cold frigid emptiness
Is all around

When I look up
At the night sky
I admit I tremble
And I'll tell you why

Caught in a web
Was a little fly
Trapped and helpless
Waiting to die

Oh jealous moon, do not weep, no tears for missed daylight.
The unmerciful sun shines too bright, and hot, and cruel.
The sun is unforgiving, scorching all in sight.
Do not weep, for what is there to see?


I feel like i could fly
If only i had wings
Like i could touch the sky
While i sing

Destry Miller Biography

I have been writing since I was nine years old, but only within the last two years have I started taking it seriously. I love to read, and someday I hope what I write may be read. Writing, to me, is like composing a song. Poetry has a beat, and it is never the same beat for any two people. I want people to feel my beat, and I want to inspire others to come up with their very own.)

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It pours when it rains
These clouds of despair
Laughing at my pain
Like i should care
But I remember
When I see raindrops
That in cold September
On the cloudy tops
There are soft rainbows
Waiting there for me
I always, surely know
There is more than rain to see

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