Best Mile Poems
In one square mile, northeast of Noojee,
there are seven birds that I often get to see
as I walk on the tracks in pristine forestry,
in one square mile, northeast of Noojee.
A Whipbird crack through ti-tree scrub,
a Lyrebird echo from Cascade Creek,
Red Browed Finch on the sword grass heads,
I’m watching close a Ground Thrush sneak.
Black Cockies feed on Blackwood wattle,
in heath Blue Wrens are a family,
Yellow Robins perch on a paperbark trunk
in one square mile, northeast of Noojee.
In one square mile, northeast of Noojee,
are seven mammals sometimes I get to see,
as I walk on the tracks in pristine forestry,
in one square mile, northeast of Noojee.
Echidnas forage in wood or litter
Wallabies graze on grass and weeds,
a burrowing wombat sleeps all day;
high in a manna gum, a Koala feeds.
Sugar Gliders doze in a hollow log,
like Ring-tail Possums in a high ti-tree.
A Bandicoot scarps through the undergrowth
in one square mile, northeast of Noojee.
In one square mile, northeast of Noojee,
in Cascade Creek sometimes I get to see,
as I look at the water in pristine forestry,
in one square mile, northeast of Noojee.
Flowing over sand, fishbone fern as cover,
lurk Blackfish and the Gippsland Cray.
Brown trout forage in the hiding place
where Mountain Galaxias are their prey.
In Cascade Creek; well the Platypus play,
in long deep holes, but are rare to see.
There’s Short Finned Eel, Yabbies and Shrimp,
in one square mile, northeast of Noojee.
In one square mile, northeast of Noojee,
are a few reptiles I sometimes get to see,
if I look down at my feet in pristine forestry,
in one square mile, northeast of Noojee.
There are Blue Tongue Lizards and Three Lined Skinks;
Goanna’s up a tree and the Tiger Snake.
There’s Copperheads or Red-bellied Black,
and treading on snakes is a big mistake.
In one square mile, northeast of Noojee,
Growling Grass Frogs watch from water grass,
And the ‘pobblebonk’ croak is an Eastern Banjo,
in a swampy pool as I walk on past.
Skippers float over the canopy blooms;
Mosquito, March Fly, Bush Fly blight;
Jezebel Caterpillars feed on mistletoe;
Stag Beetles hover in the fading light.
In one square mile, northeast of Noojee,
on walking tracks there is much to see,
where I’m just a link that don’t belong,
in one square mile, northeast of Noojee.
Categories:
mile, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Would I dare
to walk a mile in her shoes
To put my feet in cinder's slippers
marry a handsome prince
who turns out to be another Jafar
Would I dare to let the glass shards
of those tight slippers
slice open my heels till I bleed
Would I dare
to let dignity purse my lips tightly
and let pride silence the cry
Would I dare to own her brains
to taste mental yeast's bitter shame
Would I be the servant and cook
the tutor,cab driver,the warrior ,the lover
the whor* of an unfinished book
to be thanked by insults and be called out names
To be the one that He always blames
Would I dare feel the sweat of his fist
without being bruised nor being hit
Would I find Alice,call her a fool
Does she know ,there is no wonderland
if you live to the vow and play by the rule
What about God,His promised land
Does this hourglassed desert
ever feel the touch of His hand
Will She taste frosted manna
if She runs far away
Or would she challenge the bully
and have it her way
Does her dream ever leave the blues
Would he look in her eyes
Would He dare to walk
a mile in her shoes?
Categories:
mile, abuse,
Form:
Free verse
8MILE8MILE . . . . . STYLE . . . . 8MILE8MILE
I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind but no matter where
I go I see them same old hoes
BRING DA BEAT c’mon, c’mon, c’mon HERE WE GO
YEA YEA YEA
They be warin old clothes, exposin them busted ass toez in fishnet pantyhose
They be standin in rowz, striking that silly old pose, workin them same two
Joes
So the rumor grows, and everybody knows, that her name is rose, we know
rose blows
DOUBLE BUBBLE, BUBBLE TROUBLE, YEA YEA YEA
She got fired from LoweZ, ’cause she stole a garden hose, spent all the money
at Moe’Z
Yea - Moe’Z ho clothes and fishnet hose, down at 52nd and StrowZ, traffic
really slows when she bends to expose, she get dirt on them knees, when she
blows
DOUBLE BUBBLE, BUBBLE TROUBLE YEA YEA YEA
AND THE COP SHOWZ
UP, UP, UP, EVER’BODY UP, C’MON UP, C’MON UP
YEA YEA YEA
She putz the powder up her nose, didn’t pay the fine she owez, gives a
discount to the bros
Ever’body froze, then the streetlight glows, that’z the way it goes, for all them
bimboz
Same for the hoes, az it is for the bros, all the way from Melrose to the
chicagos
And it’s still the same for the Souix and them Navahoes, UH YEA UH YEA
SHOUT OUT TO ALL MY PEEPZ IN THE POCONOS
YEA YEA YEA I’M OUT
OUT ROLLIN ON THAT 8 MILE ROOOOAD
8MILE8MILE . . . . STYLE . . . . 8MILE8MILE
written by
Warner Baxter
One Knight Stand Productions
all rights reserved
Categories:
mile, career, humor, music, rap,
Form:
Lyric
A mile in her shoes
You look at her and wonder
and simply do not at all understand
You would think she would leave him
Before things really get out of hand.
She thinks we don’t notice
The days she shows up newly bruised
Some of us look down on her at times
Because she allows herself to be abused.
I cannot look down upon her
Because I have walked in her shoes
You cannot know the pain she has
Or her shame she has for being used
She has children she must think of
And bills that need to be paid
Food for the table to be purchased
There are so many reasons she’s stayed
Her dreams and life have shattered
And hope died so long ago
Love has a different meaning to her
Something most of us will never know
So do not harshly judge her
She is aware of your opinions and views
And you should never ever judge her
Unless you have walked a mile in her shoes
Categories:
mile, judgement, pain,
Form:
Rhyme
I put on your shoes
Tried to walk a mile
Sadly they were way to tight
I felt an old nail digging into my soul
I tried loosening the laces
However the knots were way too tight
Pain coursed through my body with each step
I walked through a puddle
Water poured through the holes
I became chilled to the bone
I stared at my sore feet
These had been lovely shoes at one time
Shining with such possibility
Now they have been scuffed
Neglected
Walked through the mud
Left out in the cold
Cracked
Hardened
The protection they offered
Has long gone away
So I wonder
Is it not time
For a new pair of shoes
Categories:
mile, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
If I had wings the size of helicopter blades
I would circle the world over and look for you
If I owned bulbous sheen o'er Irish glades
tinged in bronze I would enhance, accrue
the worldly space of you, for I love you
If I were paper or some origami glue
I would fold your secrets inside my heart
If I were a harbinger of love an Angel of hue
a Carvaggio masterpiece of light and dark
I wouldn't need to travel far to be with you
If I knew the waltz I could dance to your music
I would leave behind my celestial lair
If I knew you needed me, I would be quick
I'd turn back the time and fly through the air
land at your side because I do care
I'd circle the world for the ripple effect of your smile,
then enter your soul, just to bridge the last mile.
May 31, 2022
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Contest Name: Flight
Categories:
mile, angel, appreciation,
Form:
Rhyme
I tried to walk a mile in her shoes,
fit my toes harder to feel her pride.
I wasn't ready for what I've found.
A wounded soul, a bleeding heart.
I tried to walk gorgeously in her shoes.
And feel ashamed to witness those bruises.
She concealed underneath her clothes,
A misery of being abused and used.
Along the road she speaks softly,
Then her tears started to fall.
A courage she used to grasp,
to tell a story never been told.
At the end of our journey I came to know,
this pair of shoes I tried to own,
was broken once in empty room.
No hands to care, no one gives hope.
I gave my best to polish once more,
give it a glance like 'twas before.
Although it's hard and takes some time.
Soon each piece will be formed.
Now, I see an image of a woman.
Standing glamorously in her shoes.
With pride and honor she firmly holds,
A new beginning, miles to walk.
Categories:
mile, abuse, hope, women,
Form:
Narrative
soul
blessed with
healing force
took others’ pain
gift
Entry for Royal Trevino's "My Favorite Movie" contest
Categories:
mile, uplifting
Form:
Lanterne
Five thousand two hundred
eighty feet
between our first hello
and last goodbye
Love seems to sprint
the way light flickers
from a firefly's particulars.
Marathon matrimony
Run one race
with me
let's see how far
momentum takes us.
Tired, panting,
gripping asphalt
with our fingers
just to get a foothold
on a finish line
we can see.
It ain't always about who
wins a quarter mile,
sometimes it's
about the distance
between hello
and never letting go.
Sometimes a person
holds you
so tight
time pauses
and finish lines
fade away.
You realize,
life is measured
in heartbeats
and two or three
chest pounding
thumps is enough
to revive a lifetime
of wants
When your with
that special one,
to the moon and
back takes about
an hour flat.
Hello, a mile,
don't ever
say goodbye
I know for a fact,
whatever the race,
you make my heart
keep pace.
Categories:
mile, longing, love,
Form:
Free verse
What Matters, Should One See Past That Last Mile
What matters, diamonds , silver or gold
when one is getting slow and too damn old.
What matters, if the truest of truths be told,
that dying alone is so sad and cold?
What matters, if life yields no more ripe fruits
when one will soon visit soil and grass roots.
What matters, if ones buried without boots,
or if one can dies with life's stolen loot?
What matters, if blue skies no longer smile
and one sees the past, world's evil and guile.
What matters, should one see past that last mile,
or hold on harder just a little while?
Love, Family and Life is what matters
Without Love, all is thin glass that shatters.
R. J. Lindley,
October 17th, 1976
Sonnet, ( Deepest depths of Love are, purest of Truths)
Categories:
mile, death, deep, family, life,
Form:
Sonnet
Heaven knows we need recovery from life
like wounded birds of prey we need respite
from those cankerous inkly thoughts of night
for when a tree falls all creatures live in rife
Only a bright star knows how much we long
for pearly doors ajar and welcome arms
I can hear him whilst below whispering be strong
as my weary soul goes setting off alarms
Gladness beams in my heart as the moon smiles
and even the birds soar again, in confidence
I follow His teachings and walk mile upon mile
onto the heart of His forest, onto His dense
God only knows how much I needed his grace
and how much I longed to see his radiant face
Categories:
mile, appreciation, faith,
Form:
Sonnet
Walk Each And Every Gentle Step And Dearest Mile
Deny ravages of Time and its ill Fated winds
let sun's bright, promising rays penetrate and heal
If destined to outlive dear families and friends
consider it not Fate's wrath you may sadly feel.
Wake to explore this great world, its hidden gems seek
for 'morrows bring sweeter dreams to investigate
follow Light and Truth for there nirvana thus peaks
as manna gifted, behind heaven's golden gates.
Upon streets welcoming with cheer and open arms
walk each and every gentle step and dearest mile
For only love exists there, never any harms
upon each angelic face, rests a joyful smile.
Wake to explore this great world, its hidden gems seek.
Follow Light and Truth for there nirvana thus peaks.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-06-2019
Sonnet
Categories:
mile, art, beautiful, blessing, creation,
Form:
Sonnet
When you are living on the street
depressed, lonely, hungry, and beat,
begging coins for something to eat;
you need more than a smile.
People scoff and offer small-change
labeling you as weird or strange,
treating you like you had the mange;
each day is a trial.
You pray someone will help you out;
a kind soul that won't mess about,
but wipe your tears and calm your doubt;
and go that extra mile.
Categories:
mile, angst, anxiety, emotions, fate,
Form:
Verse
she wears the blues
like well worn shoes
they got her this far
Categories:
mile, music, woman,
Form:
Light Verse
At the brink of my horizon dipped in destiny free
when the new sun arose in spectral color spree,
my lone languid life woke up and promised me,
someday it would sail me across the stormy sea
to the iridescent island of my dream I would be,
where I would absorb the twilight patina in glee,
and drench the soul in stardust glow of ecstasy,
but this would never happen, I couldn’t foresee,
life didn’t keep its promise discounting my plea.
I couldn’t rise from the fallen sky’s dark debris,
with the dusts of despair I find the dreams flee
beyond the last mile of journey, the path I see.
January 11, 2020
Contest : All Yours (Jan 25)
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Categories:
mile, dream, journey, life,
Form:
Monorhyme