Home » Poems » Best » Steven Miller » Best Steven Miller Poems

Best Poems Written by Steven Miller

Below are the all-time best Steven Miller poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

Details | Steven Miller Poem

Color Me a Father

A child with a crayon can color an imaginary world,
With dolls of mommies, daddies, boys and girls,
Full of horses, cowboys, cars and trains,
Can scratch them out and draw them all again,
Color me a rainbow with a pot of gold,
Color me a fairy with ribbons and bows,
Paint my face, a bright yellow sun,
In a green grassy field where a blue river runs,
With mountains and  trees set in a colorful scene,
Monkey bars, teeter-totters, an old tire swing,
Color my face with a bright happy smile,
In a wonderful world, if only for awhile,
I can pretend my life is happy and gay,
Not worry about the mean stuff, just for the day,
Not worry about what I will eat, or where I will sleep,
Or the cockroaches and rats that make me creep,
Color me a family with brothers and sisters,
Color me a man to call Daddy, not Mister,
Color my mom in a bright yellow dress,
Stretched in a hammock under a tree with a nest,
In the yard of the house, we can call our own,
With neighbors on each side of our lovely home,
Color my dreams carefree and wild,
Color my life always as a child,
Color me a father, color me a Dad,
Color me the life that I never had. 
Color me a garden with fruits of all kinds, 
Apples, pears with grapes on the vine, 
Color me a crayon that’s really a crayon,
Not this old sharpened pencil that I just found,
To draw my picture on this brown paper bag,
That was once filled with gin and Ole’ Granddad,
Now, Dream me a dream…Once upon a time,
 I had a real father that I can call mine!

Details | Steven Miller Poem

Politically Correct, Morally Inept

America the beautiful, home of the brave,
One Nation under God, marked upon their graves,
Our founding fathers built this land,
“In God We Trust,”  they made their stand.

A nation built with strong convictions,
Free from British Rule,
“I Pledge Allegiance To The Flag,”
Was said in all our schools.

There was a time when we would pray,
After each and every meal,
Cite the Ten Commandments,
Let The Master do His Will!

“HONOR THY FATHER AND MOTHER,
THAT THY DAYS BE LONG AND STRONG,
LOVE THY NEIGHBOR AS YE LOVE THYSELF,”
Is sung within our songs.

A New Light shines upon us,
A Fire from down below,
Satan is spreading his political views,
Erasing all that we’ve come to know.

The prayers that once were said in schools,
Became “A Moment of Silence,”
The paddling we received from the Principal’s rule,
Has been replaced by murder and violence.

“SPARE THE ROD AND SPOIL THE CHILD,”
Is Exactly what we have done,
Children running amuck and wild,
Shooting parents with their guns.

The Special Day we celebrate, each and every year,
The day in which  our Savior was born, filled with joy and cheer,
Has become a day of infamy, a name we must not say,
Merry Christmas has been replaced, by Happy Holidays…

Details | Steven Miller Poem

I Am Not

I AM NOT!
I am not Black, cause you say I am
I am not White cause I look like you
I am not Red, from a tribe that’s dead
I am none of what your government said
I’m to sign my sex on the dotted line
I am not an ethnicity nor a race
I am not a refugee from another place
I am not a figure lost in time 
Nor a hex or curse from the “Most Devine”
Let me tell you, Who I am………
I am the creation from the likeness of which “IAM”

Details | Steven Miller Poem

Iam

I am the beginning, I am the end,
I am the universe and all that is in,
I am visible but cannot be seen,
I am the mountains, I am the sea, 

I am the dust from an ancient land,
IAM The Creator, I am a man, 
I am the one from long ago,
Who said to the Pharaoh, Let My People Go, 

I am the father, I am the son,
I am the substance of which there is none,
I am the angel with wide spread wings,
IAM the Christ, King of all Kings, 

I am a country far across the sea,
I am a people who has longed to be free,
I am the captor, I am the slave,
I am condemned, I am saved, 

I am the whip from which backs were scarred,
I am the skin that was burned and charred,
I am the woman who was born to be,
A savior to a people who still are not free, 

I am a nation torn with great strife,
I am the maker and taker of life,
I am the one with a stovepipe hat,
Who has carried a huge burden upon his back, 

I am a people who flew with the wind,
Soared over mountains, We were very proud men,
Soon we were scattered, Now we are few,
We were the first to be robbed and misused, 

I am the one who was sent from above,
To preach to the world of something called love,
I am the mountain top to which few have seen,
I am the one who full fills all your dreams, 

I am the staff that parted the sea,
I have died so that I may be free,
I am a slave, I am a queen,
I am a vision, I am a dream, 

I am the future, I am the past,
I am the first, I am the last,
I am the lion, I am the lamb,
I am, IAM!

Details | Steven Miller Poem

Badge of Honor Hall of Shame

I enlisted into the Army to protect and to serve the USA,
The badge I wear, the uniform I share each and every day,
Is the symbol of a freedom, a democracy, a land,
To which I do not understand,

It started in the year of seventeen hundred and seventy six,
When our founding fathers decided to fix,
The laws place upon them by the King and Queen,
To which they deemed to be outrageous and mean,

We moved across the ocean far beyond the sea,
To a land where all men can be totally free,
We developed a nation, to which we called our own,
Sent the British packing, told the French to go home,

Established a country so rich and so bold,
Imported slaves to be bought and sold,
Built the foundation with the sweat of the weak,
Crumbled their backs when freedom they would seek,

Dislodged a whole nation, scattered them apart,
Poisoned their water, killing buffalo as an art,
Those who survived had to learn to conform,
To become an American, A name unknown,

A nation divided, the South from the North,
A nation united to hunt Crazy Horse,
A battle lost at Custer’s last stand,
A war won at the invading nation’s hand,

A soldier’s diary found in the field…
“To my loving wife, if I’m found and killed…
I leave to thee my heart and my name,
I fought the good fight, I died not in vane,

Place my badge upon my grave,
Tell my sons, the life I gave,
Allowed them to live, to fight the wars,
The politicians shall lie at your doors,

Fight and obey the laws of the land,
Even if you do not understand,
Your reward will be given in the afterlife,
The end is near… Good Bye, My Wife.”

Details | Steven Miller Poem

Grandmother's Arms

Girl, Young Lady, Wife, Mother, Grandmother and such
Soft, strong and oh so long, tender to the touch
Rocking cradle, Rocking Chair as a lullaby is hummed 
While knitting some stockings, the needle sticks her thumb
“Hush, little baby, the time will soon come
When you too, will be blessed with a little one
Let me tell you a story of a little child
Raised on honey and berries that were in the wild
As he grew older and became a man
He lived in the wilderness and ate from the land
Time came when this young man was called to perform
As he gathered the sheep before the storm
Asked by others, “Are you The One 
That we should seek who comes from the sun?”
“Nay, said the man,” with a slight grin on his face
I am just a steward  called to set up HIS PLACE”
“To whom shall we seek?” the people said
Is it Elisha, the prophet, come back from the dead?”
“Nay!“ again he said, with a stern look on his face
“Of HIM who will come, no one is greater on this earth or from any place
Of HIM whose  latchets, you nor I are worthy to lace
Come to the river, where we shall be cleansed 
With a splash of the water…Come closer, my friend…..
Ever so gently, she lays down the book
To peek at her Précis…Just a second look
So peaceful, serene and with such beauty and charm
Another child, at rest in  Grandmother’s Arms

Details | Steven Miller Poem

My Alter Ego

In my eyes as a child my dreams forever grow,
I can catch the talons of an eagle and slay the meanest foe,
Drop to the peak of the mountain top and set my Princess free,
Dive the depths of the ocean and bring her back the sea,
To quince her thirst and cleanse her soul,
In the name of  my  friend, Ebie Sybie So.
I can slap my baby sisters and for all my parents know,
It wasn’t me who did it, It was Ebie Sybie So,
I remember this one most frightening  time, 
When the twins teamed up and beat my behind,
Ebie wasn’t there and it got real scary, 
‘Cause my sister had two friends, Redeye and Kerry,
Redeye and Kerry must have assisted the twins, 
You see they were Cindy’s two imaginary friends,
Out numbered but not out classed,
I cried to my mother hoping she’d beat their ass,
As I went to my mother with tears in my eyes,
The twins got smart and started to cry,
Mom came a running like a mother cat,
You see the twins were the youngest spoiled little brats,
What did you do to my darling little twins, tell me now, I want to know,
 But Mom it wasn’t me who did it. It was Ebie Sybie So.
Well as time went by, it was half past nine,
When my mother took the switch and beat my behind,
She said, that wasn’t nice, what you did, you know,
But Mom, it wasn’t me who did it. It was Ebie Sybie So.
My mom said, when I lie, my lips begin to grow,
Like the nose of the puppet  Pinocchio,
In my eyes, it wasn’t a lie,
And besides Cindy had two friends, Kerry and Redeye.
Back in the bathroom, in the mirror I stare,
What happened to you Ebie, don’t you even care?
The silence was deafening  as my tears began to flow,
It wasn’t me who did it. It was Ebie Sybie So.

Details | Steven Miller Poem

In My Mind

My soul cries out for peace without fear,
In a world without the casualties of war,
My heart bleeds down with streams of tears,
For the down trodden, hopeless, weak and poor,
In my mind, all souls are free,
Cries of hunger are fed with good cheer,
Feasts and charities are given to thee,
On a daily basis from year to year,  
My love spills out like a waterfall,
Flowing into the sea,
My heart spreads wide as the wings the Macaw,
Soaring so effortlessly,
My spirit screams as a banshee wails,
For impending death to find,
My heart is pounding as a hammer on nails,
For The Christ within my mind.

Details | Steven Miller Poem

Lady Love

You're a shining star, an ever lasting light,
The fire in the forest burning wild and bright,
You're an angel flying high and free,
You're a beautiful spirit to whom only I can see,
Your mind is as deep as the ocean floor,
Full of life to which I adore,
I would love to swim deep within your mind,
And explore the secrets that I may find,
Your face holds the beauty of a rare black pearl,
You're a heavenly creature, one hell of a girl,
Your lips are as sweet as grapes on the vine,
Mellow to the taste, as an expensive wine,
Your heart is as a lock and bolt on a door,
To which I and only I have the key for,
So when you're down and lonely and need a close friend,
Just call on me and I shall let myself in,
You're a bird of paradise, a fish in the sea,
You're a dream within a dream, you're everything to me,
You're a Goddess floating in the heavens above,
You're my girl, my woman, My Lady Love.

Details | Steven Miller Poem

Destiny

Long before a sheath is woven, before the cocoon is made, 
Before a caterpillar seals it’s womb, before the eggs are laid,
Before air becomes the breath of life of everything that breathes,
Before a hawk takes to flight, before fish swim in the sea,

Before the cattle graze the range, and the beast roam through the fields,
And the creeping thing also crawls the earth, before the mountains and the hills,
Before the valley becomes a  dale, before a tree is grown,
Before a pod becomes a plant, before the garden is sown,  

Before the earth takes shape and form, before stars light up the sky,
Before the likeness of God was made, there was no you nor I,
Before the ashes and the dirt, and the mold of man was clay,
Before the dark and morning, there was no night or day,

Before the Heavens were set aside from Eden to the east,
Before God cursed his creation, into the belly of the beast,
Before the tree of knowledge was touched, before the tree of life,
Before Adam was tempted by his mate, before Eve was given to wife,

Before the earth was flooded, before Noah and his Ark,
Before Moses rose his staff on high and the Red Sea, God, did part,
Before the coat of colors was placed on Jacob’s son,
Before the king of Egypt, Joseph was the one,

Before the ten commandments were written in the stone,
Before the voice of God was heard, before Christ stood all alone,
Before the Son of God was born, before Mary became God’s wife,
On the cross, Christ surrendered to man, The Ultimate Sacrifice.