Best Kilometers Poems
fat girl cries
big fat tears
splash
crash
down her chubby cheeks
down her pillar like neck
which was once
much like a swan
now gone
fat girl sighs
big fat sigh...
a heart groan of a sigh
from the empty place inside
where beauty's not allowed to reside
fat girl sleeps
a big fat sleep
time obliterated
memories conjugated
into happy streams
peaches and cream
all over her dreams
everything perfect...it seems
fat girl awakes
a big fat awakening...
life must go on
she lumbers to the mirror
stares at her big fat figure
rolls here and there
and though she acts
acts like they're not there
she's not allowed to forget
she's not there....
not yet
she exercises
torturous kilometers by
holding on to handles
beginning the treadmill
to help her say goodbye
to the fat girl
who is pretty on the inside
but unseen
unseen
people are so mean
she medicates
they fabricate
rules...
she must subjugate
the need
to drown her sorrows
to eat it all away
why is she alive
alive another day?
fat girl cries
bit fat tears
her big fat fears
grow though she shrinks
kilograms slip away
will it ever be OK?
will they love her for her mind?
will they ever be kind?
to the little girl inside
who tries to hide
fat girl cries
will you dry her eyes?
Eileen Manassian
Categories:
kilometers, anger, beauty, change, heartbreak,
Form:
Free verse
I am a photon
a tiny bundle of energy.
My brothers and I
oscillate in synchronized breath;
as a wave,
we hurtle
through black voids,
three hundred thousand kilometers
each second,
a dizzying ride.
Four years ago,
we were flung
from the fire of a star.
A long journey,
but not a lonely one,
for there are many of us.
We are nearing
a beautiful planet
where green continents swim
in blue oceans.
I hope we arrive
in deep darkness
when their star
is on the other side.
Perhaps one of their beings,
gazing at the sky,
receives us.
We will slow down
as we travel
through the gelatinous matter
of her eye
and die
on her retina.
I will no longer be,
but her miraculous brain
will decode our message:
there was a star.
Categories:
kilometers, light, nature, star,
Form:
Free verse
Wild were-women roaming in the hills, cliff dwellers around
Avoiding banshee ghost riders, sniffing for them in earthy ground.
Shushing there were-pups lest their hidden unnatural selves be found.
Banshee ghost riders suddenly shush, listening to a baby were-wolf sound.
Heading toward a large crevice, which leads to a cave way down underground,
Were-women seal it up quickly after each banshee rider had ridden way down.
An instant banshee ghost rider graveyard, and these riders are never again found.
The prediction of the night hawks to whom the were-women were forever bound.
Is that when it comes to banshee ghost riders, and were-women, the cagiest are easily found.
And if there are caverns and cliffs that are the least big scary in or near your mountain town,
You had better stay safe in your bed, with the blankets pulled up, safe, and cozy and sound.
As wild were-women are more devious and dangerous than were-wolves, and totally honor bound.
They can also throw their voices, many hundreds of kilometers, and imitate a baby were-wolf sound.
Which is how they tricked the ghostly banshee riders, who are now trying to breathe in vain, underground.
And if you do not believe me, or you think you will survive it, you are the bravest man in town.
But if you choose to hunt for this kind of trouble, stand ready to never ever be found.
There is a were-woman right now peeking in your window; you would do best to not make a sound.
For if she notices you, and comes through that window, you will soon be lying underground.
Categories:
kilometers, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
2025 Poetry Marathon Mile 12 Contest // Sponsored by: Mark Toney
( 2nd Place )
Written: August 29, 2025
I did not come here to sprint.
I came to gather the pulse of the road,
to feel the gnaw of silence
against the bones of my resolve.
Each step is a revolution
against tiredness,
against the voices that murmur quit,
against the burden of what I once carried.
The horizon never hurries.
It waits, steady as a metronome,
marking time with the breath of dawn,
reminding me: endurance is a kind of prayer.
What is a marathon if not memory
unfolded across distance
the faces that hailed,
the hands that let go,
the griefs I refused to bury?
Still, I run.
Not because triumph is certain
but because the road demands witness.
Even the broke beg a compass.
I anchor my heart to the road,
woven mile after mile.
The finish is not some banner
it is the hour I see
fractures still hold weight.
And so I move,
one breath louder than surrender,
forty-two kilometers of fire
coursing through my veins.
If I falter, let it be forward.
If I fall, let it be on the line
where the road has already
turned me into flame.
Categories:
kilometers, endurance, hope, journey, life,
Form:
Free verse
I love this planet
The environment I hold dear
I say no to Oil
I say no to Plastic
I say no to Garbage
I say NO NO NO to carbon
Oh the trees breathe carbon?
I will have to look into that Ted!
I say no to meat
Those animals are carbon monsters
We all should hug this planet
Preserve this global biosphere for our children dear
You all must cut back
All of you
You may not pick and chose
What fits your fancy
No more vacations away for you
No more cars
No more planes
No more Computers or high speed trains
No more deodorant
It’s all passe
Clean air is my right, so all of you stop
I shall preach to you this, day in and out
I shall scold you for polluting about
I shall travel the globe, by air you see
To warn you all of the carbon to be
I need to fly, my time is important
My family comes first, but that’s only me
You must make sacrifice
All of you there
I spend your Carbon credits
Flying in the air!!!
Yours truly
Pascal Husting
Green Peace
One of Greenpeace’s most senior executives, Pascal Hunting commutes 400 kilometers each way to work by plane, the environmental group has admitted. The flights, costing about $365 return, are paid by Greenpeace, even though it campaigns to cut air travel, arguing that the growth in flying “is ruining our chances of stopping dangerous climate change.”
Notes: Of course I am for the environment, who isn’t? Time to stop blaming big corporations and even governments, even though they should do more, here’s a novel idea, if you don’t use it, they will go bankrupt trying to sell it! As for Pollution, if you are having a heart attack, a bandage on your thumb doesn’t do a bit of good. Solutions are complex and not as black and white as some make you to believe.
Categories:
kilometers, earth, environment, garden,
Form:
Light Verse
Your eyes never opened after that last long kiss
You pulled the dark curtain of sleep about you
Your body fitted against mine in perfect configuration
And your hand upon my arm about you
We always fitted well in all things
What was it that you said?
“Do you know why God put those spaces between your fingers?”
And when I shrugged, you fitted your fingers between mine.
Watching you alone with yourself within your slumber
I came to realize that love can only be appreciated
When we imagine what we would be without it
And in that moment of my pondering
I discovered many things.
Your touch was more profound than a million hands in applause
And touching toes to be sure you were there
Was a communication far superior to internet
I determined then that a kiss was indeed a luxury
And a moonlight whisper has more power
Than all the chants of protest across the world
Walking hand-in-hand had far more meaning
Than any three car garage
And your head resting upon my shoulder
Lightened all the weights of a troublesome life
And without you life itself would fade into obscurity
The complexities of life never altered the simplicity of us
We drove 200 kilometers just to eat at The Fat Duck at Bray
We camped overnight in the ruins of the old Cathar castle
In the hills beyond Limoux where we found the cave
And when your father welcomed us into his home
But commanded that I sleep in a separate room
You told him, “He is my life now, you must understand”
And we slept at the Albergo al Viale and drank wine at breakfast
And all the wonders of my life were there
Lost in that nocturnal womb where I could not go
And when moonlight filtered through the limbs of trees
And decided to dance upon your face
I also learned that God could promise me nothing more
For my salvation was beside me and the gates of heaven
Opened with your eyes of morning
And my soul would come home again for another day
Categories:
kilometers, devotion, love, romance, life,
Form:
Free verse
That Shania Twain
Drives me insane
She croons out the songs, “In my Car”…..
My glorified feminist is “SHE”
The ferocious female hunter
She knows when to be feminine
“Man! I Feel like a Woman!” is what gets her prey
Oh, Shania, “I’m Jealous!”
Confident of her sexuality
Yet, “She’s not Just a Pretty Face”
“Don’t be Stupid,” ….You KNOW women rule
Cause, hey BOYS….“I’m Going to Get You GOOD”
Yes, Shania, “You’re Still the ONE”
Who makes me believe
That I CAN control of my life
“From this Moment On”
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Favorite Lines of MINE:
In My Car:
But in my car--I'll be the driver
In my car-I'm in control
In my car--I come alive and
In my car—I am the driver--
Watch me now!
(I’m never as free here in Lebanon as I was in Cyprus…….Driving over a 100 Kilometers per hour…..Window down……..Wind in my hair……..Music blaring………IN CONTROL)
I’m Gonna Getcha Good:
Uh, I Know I sound serious and baby I am
You’re a fine piece of real estate, and I’m gonna get me some land
(FOR ONCE….MEN get treated like objects and NOT women!)
Man! I Feel Like A Woman:
The girls need a break tonight we're gonna take
The chance to get out on the town
We don't need romance, we only wanna dance
We're gonna let our hair hang down (OH HOW I LOVE TO DANCE)
The best thing about bein' a woman
Is the prerogative to have a little fun and
Man, I Feel Like a Woman (Sorry guys…There is NO feeling like being a woman IN CONTROL)
She’s Not Just a Pretty Face:
She is your waitress, she is your judge
She is your TEACHER
She is every woman in the world
She’s…not…just a pretty face
She’s..not..just a pretty face
She’s..got..everything it takes
She’s..mother..of the human race
She’s..not..just a pretty face
Categories:
kilometers, celebrity, identity, women,
Form:
Clerihew
We don’t run the way we used to
ten kilometers pounding
hard through switchback trails
to beat the twilight
Twenty-odd years ago
you wanted marriage
kids and a life
any life
away from your parents
but nothing of marriage, held
my imagination
like Big Apple freaks
casually smoking
creatively shaping
thoughts of a future self
And then you went and
lived your life - exactly as planned
while I stayed and
got lost in the idea of it
And now when we run
I can always see
shadows falling
away from ourselves
moving toward
the finish
Categories:
kilometers, life
Form:
Free verse
Money me not
So quick my conversation with you
Changed so quick as your tone stinks
I could smell your real motive
For travelling miles and smiles
Money me not, the altar of my inspirations
Money me not, the standards of my aspiration
Money me not, the secret of my motivation
Money me not, the cause behind my mission
So fast and furious ready to sell
Whatever comes to your mind for gain?
Money me not, I have dignity, pride
I suffer times, to get what you seek
Money me not, for the altar of my message
Money me not, on the lane of vision
Money me not, the essence of my elevation
Money me not, a conviction of my information
It’s like any business, you said
I don’t believe mercantile, all for gain
I stood for change, liberation and charity
For the gift I received, no price can force
Money me not, on the stone of my transformation
Money me not, on the route of my motion
Money me not, on the format of my formation
Money me not, on the root of my vocation
So slow I learn to give, to lay down me
Whatever comes on my way, I sacrifice
I travel kilometers to find this gold
This is verticality, enlace of immortality
Money me not, on the altar of my humiliation
Money me not, on the tomb of my resurrection
Money me not, on the speed of my rotation
Money me not, on the rock of translation
________________________________________
Categories:
kilometers, business, courage, freedom, heart,
Form:
Verse
(Homage to the Kwanza River
" Water mother " of Angola)
Largest and only Angolan
Art thou, O majestic Kwanza!
In the central highlands
We see thee rise in Mumbué
And 960 kilometers of undoubted majesty
To the north and west
Since the municipality of Chitembo, in Bié
Stretch out on the big curve design
Before the hug, so sweet, so strong
You give to the salt of the Atlantic
Largest and only Angolan
Art thou, O majestic kwanza!
With an enviable basin
For two hundred and fifty
Kilometers, you are navigable
From the mouth to the Dondo
Where the dams of Cambambe and Capanda
Render yourself patriotic reverence
By the megawatts of power
Largest and only Angolan
Art thou, O majestic Kwanza!
As well as to the national currency unit
In the two provinces, thy name this also:
At its northern margin, Kwanza Norte
And Kwanza Sul, on the opposite bank, equally
They pay more than deserved tribute
Categories:
kilometers, eulogy,
Form:
Elegy
Living the Dream
By
Kevin L Fairbrother
From Hobart to Cape York from Perth to Sydney
And all the cities, towns and country in-between
I am visiting places on this Island I’ve never seen
Experiencing the highs and lows and living the dream
East and west of the great divide a picture so different
In the west the landscape so bruised, dry and parched
With the drought lingering and causing so much suffering
People so resolute and tough don’t know the meaning of giving up
East of the divide a picture of greenery as far as the eye can see
Not feeling the hardship of life unlike their cousins on the other side
Here the cities and country towns are vibrant and alive
For the mountains hide the devastation on the western side
Thousands of kilometers and thousands of liters of fuel
Not to mention the thousands of dollars well spent
With my Ute and van I’m able to greet a new day in a new place
So every day is a new adventure called living the dream
So many new and old friends I have met and greeted
Lots of campfires and happy hours under the stars
Filled with stories of travel, adventure and friendship
The memories of which will stay with me fore-ever
So many places I have been, so much I have experienced and seen
The sea of sugar cane from that stretches the eastern coast
The beaches, the forests, the mountains, the flora and fauna
All visited and reached by manmade roads that stretch from coast to coast
The country music musters so enjoyed by so many travelers
The buildings and relics of old so rich in fame and history
The diverse cultures that live on because people care
Are just a small part of living the dream in Australia
I will keep travelling as I follow the ribbon of tar
For every day I wake to something so different
As my life unfolds towards an ending down the track
I’ll sleep with the memories, I’m living the dream.
Categories:
kilometers, adventure, , western,
Form:
Free verse
Come see me.
I'm just at the end of the dirt lane.
Just pass the flourishing sycamore and maple trees.
Just pass the vast meadow where crickets play and butterflies probe for nectar.
Come see me.
I'm just at the end of the dirt lane.
Just a few kilometers from me is a blue water pond that is a seasonal home for
a family of trumpeter swans.
Come see me.
I'm just at the end of the dirt lane.
Where I'm surrounded by a rustic gothic fence.
And at my feet are glorious variegated annuals and perennials.
Come see me.
I'm just at the end of the dirt lane.
Come see me in my brilliance where the sun is pouring its heavenly beams upon my ivory body.
Come and see how many seasons has embraced me.
Let your eyes be gifted with the sight of my golden thatched crown, where larks and wren gently nestle.
Come see me.
I'm just at the end of the dirt lane.
Come inside me.
Enjoy my warmth.
Explore me and all my charm.
Come see me.
I'm just at the end of the dirt lane.
Come rest your weight on the antique rocker in front of the Rumford fireplace.
Enjoy the port that is half filled inside a lead crystal decanter.
Come see me.
I'm just at the end of the dirt lane.
You will, with great contentment bury yourself in the serenity, and pity many in the world who isn't you.
Come see me.
I'm just at the end of the dirt lane.
Come and listen to the enchanting sounds of my memories.
Come see me.
I'm just at the end of the dirt lane.
Come and hold in perfection the moments you share with me.
copyright Looking At The Light From The Bottom Of The Lake.
Inspired by a picture. 2017
Categories:
kilometers, imagery,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Once upon a time while touring ancient Egypt land,
A frugal auld tourist from the bonny land of Scotland,
Decided the mysterious pyramids he desired to see,
And he demanded to visit them for a very nominal fee!
He repaired to his hotel bar, sat down and ordered a drink.
He needed ample time upon this bold adventure to think.
After downing several tumblers of Gordon's gin and tonic,
He thought, "By jove! A trip by a camel would be exotic!"
He scurried to the local camel rental agency very much areel,
To haggle with the rental feller and strike up a deal,
That would guarantee a care-free trip to the pyramids and back!
An agreeable pact was struck and he gave the man some jack.
Just a few hot and dusty kilometers out of town,
The camel stopped, snorted and lay down!
The irate Scot hailed a traveler heading back east,
Saying, "Send that guy out here to rouse this insolent beast!"
Rubbing his nose and scratching he head he kicked the camel fast!
The hapless camel broke wind with a most resounding blast!
"Aha!" explained the agent, "The problem was easy to unlock!
This old feller had a very serious case of vapor lock!"
Robert L. Hinshaw,CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
kilometers, funny, travel, time,
Form:
Rhyme
Lines are drawn and measures made by different definitions
Kilometers or miles or feet, or inches just to name a few
As long as the results the same, it really doesn't meter
Bob Quigley
Written for "On Your Feet" contest
Categories:
kilometers, philosophy,
Form:
Sijo
cosmic dust spirals,
supernatural storms born
the Goldilocks zone
Free verse ~
A quadrant of marble missiles born
Ever since,
A dream catcher catches dreams
Jupiter catches meteorites and asteroids
Super-sonic projectiles pass Jupiter's gravitational shield
Shoots like V-1 rockets, destination is Mars
Seeded life exists there, nevermore
Saturn survived
The Red planet bleeds from beneath its crust
Lava flows from its core...
graphite composite, carbon spheres, laced with crystal ice
Craters and gorges are created kilometers deep
Cave creatures hibernating,
awaken from nocturnal sleep
Catastrophic events unfold...
the moon impacted by brazen bombardiers
headed for the new frontier
The moon takes mega-hits
The Earth tilts on its polar axis
Crimson tides flood marshlands and lagoons
Place prehistoric creatures roam and graze
Cosmic dust particles of the moon
chokes earth's atmosphere
The sun's torch extinguished
Like an eclipse
Demons from the core escape shackles
They tear the invisible rift, mimics paper ripping
Chains can not bind Lucifer's legions, anymore
Bat-like winged creatures with horns
Gargoyles
Such astonishing-force!
10,000 volcanoes erupting simultaneously
There's no haven to hide
Only deep sea creatures survive
The brontosaurus, T-Rex, raptor...
vaporized in minutes
Solidified into petrified rock - place they once stood
Invincible creatures extinct
Scanning the horizon and extraterrestrial skies,
I ponder... what if another catastrophic disaster happens
The volcano erupts ever so, many -- many moons
A supernova, two stars colliding, has triggered this domino disaster
Categories:
kilometers, earth day, environment, humanity,
Form:
Haiku