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Best Poems Written by Wendy Miller

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

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If You Can'T Beat Em'-Join Em'

Founder upon ideals, resist the inevitable
Drink to cheer, not to drown
Along comes resistance to show me the way
Break me down and hand me the mirror

One may disagree with a foundation built on history
But to rebuild, you must carefully renovate...piece by piece
If Rome was not built in a day, how can one demolish it without care?
Masterpieces take time, if they are respectfully in view

Change is the hardest thing, if one is built of stone
To overcome the trauma, they must be weakened, but secure
Drugs consume my breath, rendering me without care
Offenses are high and sharp is the tongue

With no device to save me, I rely on pure faith to do so
Tearing at my emotions, I quiver without rehabilitation
Addicted to security, I venture out on my own
Wild at heart, with many trying to tame

I am therefore, intoxicated, never to domesticate
The pressure builds almost daily, the need for it still exists
But temperaments can not be subdued, just out of pure spite
I listen to the rhythm carefully, to elude what's always been wronged.

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Images

A diamond's lustre, is tarnished with brail
Read her, feel her, tell her tale
Minds are soiled, with countless detail
Souls are battered, entangled and frail

Formed of heart and solid conviction
Entitled by self or less affliction
Nor humbled by any, sense of constriction
This image is burned, of my depiction

Surrounded by all, these hollow voices
Followed again, by numbing noises
Slimming down, to narrow the choices
Never will I learn, what rejoice is

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The Juggler

To juggle the past, the present and future
Torn at the seams of its healing suture
Wounds stay fresh and eventually scar
Weary of change, but accepting by far

Masked with patience, has been self taught
Reviving the few, of whom still sought
Not of body, but out of mind
Bitter the taste, to now unwind

Select the sheep, to which is herd
Open of sense, but mum's the word
Drop the staff and walk away
A heart too pure, to lead astray

Diminish the state, that has been given
See thyself, in a life worth living
Free from judges, jokers and thieves
A happier life, is the lesser of these

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Bitter Sweet

There comes a point in time where we realize that no matter what we do to keep our scales in 
balance and our blinders from hindering our perpetual view, we will always be reprimanded for 
our strenuous and sometimes penal efforts to keep the disposition.

To keep the fruits of our labor from falling into this apparent self-inflicted despair, we sacrifice 
our habitual manners to appease our rivals.  Known all to well to these like-minded souls, our 
doings continue to go unseen in the true light of its nature and is often mistaken for mindless, 
irrational and spiteful play of brutality.

It is prophesied that this chain will unravel with the likeliness of a whips painful, yet deserving 
impact.  Scars to which will serve as a severe reminder on the roads never to travel again.  

Roses to the senses, are a powerful source, but never perceive that their beauty remains 
without a painful price of their even more bearing thorns.

We strive for many things throughout our lifetime, but not one of those ambitions should ever 
include or even be limited to the unwillingness to be in complete and utter felicity.

If the only thing that has ever remained constant was change in itself....then why do we spend 
so much extravagant effort in keeping anything just the way it began?

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Steady Thy Reign

Cinders are swept from the coldest of shoulders
Yet, tension still feeds from the lingering envy
Filter the sands of emotional toil
Exclaim with words when they're all you have
Introverted and meek, yet effectual through tongue
No wonder, it seems, that stimulates are scarce
To soothe the ache that rings, continuously, within
The fluids are fluent, thus, my language is heard
Shelter has never felt so warm
Welcome to all, who succumb to it's trenches
Shatter the silence, with an acoustic wave
Of roguish sport, to which eases the modest
Clouds will rain upon thee, in following days
Until the cycle repeats, to steady thy reign

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In the End

Extinguish the glow, to which empires rule
The lonesome, they become, the reigning fool
Dowse what burns, surrender the fuel
Handle with care, until temperatures cool

Strike while blind, holding back fear
Energy ceases, when the end, it is near
Turn over the reins, to witness them steer
When the dust will settle, all becomes clear

Thick is the brush, garden that I tend
Broken these branches, that I cautiously mend
For a beautiful view, this message that I send
Futures foretold, silent, around the bend

Alter the mind, the truth, in which we believe
The prize worth winning, once we gain and receive
Goals set forth, through patience, we achieve
It is only ourselves, we must learn to deceive

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Views

I am not a scholar of any degree
Apparent, these gifts, that we receive
We do not choose, nor do we see
Possible meaning, behind all these

Humbled by nature, not sure why
Opinions are vast, and open their eye
Visions of me, on pedestal high
I stand among them, and look to the sky

Shadows are dark, though light seeps through
Held close, these bonds, these very few
Lasting impressions, rejoice, renew
Timing is perfect, this life in review

Mirrors are broken, no need to repair
Ahead on my journey, refuse to despair
Relating to all, leaves room to share
Balance the scales, and know what's fair

Views may differ, no matter the eyes
Perfect the one, that wears disguise
For if I know, and if I'm wise
Happy I'll be, in my demise.