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Best Poems Written by Cherie Fleming

Below are the all-time best Cherie Fleming poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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A Whisper Tells a Story

A whisper tells a story
In a most peculiar way 
Unlike dulcet, milky tones
Heard at preschool in the day. 

A story told in whispers
Will invoke a certain mood,
Sending shivers down the spine
As dark images are brewed. 

Whispered words are lovely
Though often deeply stirring,
Like a sleepy little cat
Curled in the corner purring. 

Should you find the whisper trite,
Just consider for a while 
If a bellow filled with rage
Will calm a wailing child.

So, whisper certain stories
In a most mysterious way,
To paint the wordy pictures
And spark little minds at play. 

© Cherie May 2015

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The Naughty Little Puppy

The Naughty Little Puppy

She's lucky she is cute!
All day long she's chewing things.
I've yelled so much I'm mute, 
still she's chasing kids on bikes.
She's lucky she is cute!

She chewed my favorite boot 
The first night on Christmas eve.
She even pooped on route
To our home that fateful night. 
She's lucky she is cute!

My daughter's in cahoot
With this naughty little dog.
They yell and bark and hoot.
She feeds her from the table!
They're lucky they are cute!

The leash works to recruit
The children to her side, but
Her training's in dispute.
Surely guidance is required.
She's lucky she is cute!

Oh that naughty little puppy...
She's lucky she is cute!

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Beautiful Boy

I saw a beautiful boy today, standing in the crowds.
He stood there like a tower and was gazing at the clouds.
His eyes were a captured sunset, with molasses for his hair.
Determination graced his lips; a world was painted there.

I touched a beautiful boy today as he was walking by.
His steps were light and easy and he held his head so high.
The sunlight played upon his face as he turned to look at me,
Then all at once my skies turned blue, he’d set my sad soul free!

I loved a beautiful boy today as he reached out for my hand.
He said goodbye, he could not stay, but I could understand.
For angels were not meant to stay, forever - for all time;
But come and go and cast their light on lonely hearts like mine.

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Ode To a Tree

Oh Tree, so big and strong
We live life in your shadow.
With thick, broad limbs so long,
You give shelter down below.

Oh Tree, so old and wise,
You've seen the decades spinning.
You've touched so many lives
And children's hearts you're winning.

Oh Tree, so full of green,
Your days are surely numbered.
Still, Living in a dream,
And never having slumbered.

Oh Tree, so worn and bent
Where did all your children go?
The storms will not relent,
Still, you never will let go.

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The Duck of Waddlesworth

There was a duck in Waddlesworth
Who wore a silver hat.
And on the crown he wore a pin-
A diamond studded cat.

It's said pride comes before a fall
And he was vain, you see.
Because his beak was in the air,
One day he stepped in pee.

Now the day was just beginning.
The duck had many plans.
He'd scheduled for a manicure
Though it requires hands.

He shook off the offending wet
And strolled into the shop,
But he was chased off with a broom
Then bumped into a cop.

"Excuse me, Mr. Officer!
Pardon me!" he said.
Then he ruffled up his feathers,
And went to lunch instead.

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Beauty Meant For One

Somber willows bend
To touch their gnarled knees.
Faithful tree trunks stand
Against the angry breeze.
So who am I to question
Nature’s grander scheme?
I know there is a lesson
In this telling dream.

Slowly setting sun
Is painting wispy clouds.
Beauty meant for one,
Yet drawing in the crowds.
So what am I to gather,
From this dream of mine?
That love’s not free, but rather
Only just a sign.

Oceans rolling in
Are symptoms of the tide;
Just as growing sin –
Depravity slung wide.
Do lightning and the thunder
Just reflect the storm?
And is it love, I wonder,
That will keep us warm.

So the lesson learned
Is water’s very deep.
Forests do get burned
When Nature’s gone to sleep.
My dream is a reflection
Of a wondrous find -
That love is just a vision
Of the ties that bind.

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Darkest Winter

Crystal silence of a frigid night
And I walk alone.
I breathe the scent of bitter cold,
Lonely in the snow.

Whispers linger in the frozen air,
Just waiting for the dawn.
Father Time has gone to sleep
And I cannot move on.

Oh, darkest winter in my soul!
You cannot hold me here.
Tantalizing Crystalline –
A million frozen tears.

Oh, darkest winter in my heart,
More beautiful than spring.
Glittering Temptations, but –
True love, you’ll never bring.

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Uncertain

A slow procession through the grass
Fractures leaden hearts.
A sound breaks out like shattered glass,
Ripping souls apart.

Though never a word is spoken,
Ominous despair
Hovers over hearts, all broken -
Sorrow in each stare.

So slowly do they traverse on,
Emptiness and dark
Surrounds the loved one who is gone.
Death has found its mark.

The Living know the sting of death.
Life is never certain,
So cherish love with every breath
Before death drops the curtain.

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Love In Autumn

Winds are changing,
So are trees.
Love is leaving,
How ‘bout me?

Branches broken,
Tossed are we.
Hearts aren’t woven,
Love’s not free.

Clouds are shifting,
So’s the breeze.
Love is leaving,
How ‘bout me?

Snow is waiting,
Cold are we.
Future’s baiting,
Save not me.

Winds are changing,
So are trees.
Love is leaving,
How ‘bout me?

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All I Have

I open the door and in the darkness
I see you in the bed,
Like I have so many times before.
You look at me, your eyes sparkling with sensuality,
An inviting smile upon your lips.
Your arms are open wide and beckoning
For me to come find comfort in their warmth.
I undress and crawl into the bed, reaching out for you
But all I find are pillows.

I lie in the darkness trying to sleep,
But I am restless
With the memories of you.
This bed is too big and I am alone.
I lay the pillows next to me, as if you were there.
Maybe now I can sleep.
I need you. Here. Now.
But all I have are pillows.

I drift off into a fitful sleep
I hear your voice calling out to me.
I see your eyes and can taste your lips.
I reach out to touch your face -
But the image shatters!
Once again, I am awake.
Cold. Alone. In pain.
And all I have are Pillows.