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Best Poems Written by Cheri Teng

Below are the all-time best Cheri Teng poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Cold War

A series of hello’s, and only that;
We are each other’s familiar stranger.
Those glances queer yet unsuspecting,
My soul begins to wonder-
My thoughts, they dance and wander.

A careful denial to a careless disregard;
Surrounded by a wall t’was built amiss.
A trap in a non-existent black hole
A suffocating sorrow-
A melancholic hollow.

Your deep-set eyes and glimmering iris
Don’t miss the warm facade
Of a beautiful countenance
But a sombrous ghost I long to know-
My curious and subtle soul.

Your perfect golden smile,
And then, presto, it’s gone.
The mystery of your avoidance
And the dreaded war of silence-
The war that’s non-existent.

Oblivion is no excuse to ignore each other’s presence
But still confined for decades
Behind the walls we put up
For our souls to only converse in silence
As we are a series of hello’s and only that.

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It Doesn'T Snow In My Winter

Like an angel at my bedside
You always come to me in dreams.
Sometimes I see you smile;
Or talk once in a while.

Do you miss me?
Because I do.
My younger days- they had you.
My older years will always know you.

You faded like a morning mist;
A scar you left- it can't be healed.
It doesn't snow in my winter
But my heart begins to shiver.
As it can't unremember
That day in one December.

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Raindrops, Teardrops

The daylight's gone and dusk has come,
The heavens make a mumbling sound
Of raindrops on my window glass-
It brings me to a soulful past.
I travel back to naivety-
My hundred days of love and pain.
But nay, that love was all in vain,
The prize of broken heart is gained.

Now gloom is brought by dark'ning skies,
The sunlight's beauty dies.
I hide in this cold corner,
And love lost is remembered.
An uninvited memory from yesterday
Brought tears in mid-September.

From unknown depth there's no pretence,
I broke my fragile innocence.
I bore a cut that only time could heal
A living scar makes it too real.
My shivered nerves have numbed my veins,
My senses almost gone.

The lightning flash from heaven's wrath
Reminds me of my undoing.
And finally the thunder growls,
At once, my tear ducts break.
As raindrops kiss my window glass
My teardrops fall at last.

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Which Part Did You Fool Her Eyes

You reek of fancy smell
That one worn by a kingly son
You spend your daddy’s golden coins
And drive like a daring prince to town
You open doors like gentlemen
And lead her way to tricky nonse
You smile like she was your world
And dance until she finds romance
Which bait did she first bite?
Was it the fancy smell
Of your rotting four-wheel drive?
Was it your golden coins-
Which piled up credits from your daddy’s bank?
Or the gentle gesture like a sheepish boy,
But tigers roared behind you as time went by. 
So which part did you get her fooled?
For neither are you a pretty man.
Nor a roguish broad-shouldered cowboy.
Your small eyes know no mystery
No deep soul to unravel
Your hair is losing healthy strands
And boy, those wrinkles lining up!-
Where did that stress come from?
Your nose they also didn’t seem right
Your lips, oh never mind!
Your brain can count a hundred times, I’ll give you that.
But let x be you, and y be her,
A riddle you cannot solve 
So one last time I ask
Which part did you fool her eyes?

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Teardrops In September

As sunlight's beauty dies,
I hide in this cold corner,
And love lost is remembered.
An uninvited memory from yesterday
Brought tears in mid-September.

10/27/2015
Cherie Dionson

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Estranged

Around the prairie, blithely she glides
Her brunette locks, her beautiful tangles
On a horse-a-riding, sweet days awaiting
Her oh-so-fragile heart beats bass-a-pounding!

Her nonage days- so real, so glorious,
No tint of blindness, her days unnumbered
Her flimsy fingers ‘round a beasty fist
A refuge she knows from unknown solace.

Oh blessed child of light 
Felicity- her living language!

A spitting image- our crimson bloods alike,
But life’s a ruse of humor
Her paradise; my infamous dungeon
In those familiar eyes- my doggone days
Her iris lining an image clear
My estranged sire- he holds her dear!

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Ode To Poetry

A billion words
and million melodies;
To write and sing
the aching dream.