Best Miles Poems
They are walking! Walking, walking, walking!
Long stretches of walk - hundreds of miles of impossible uncertainty,
in blazing sun, in sweltering, muggy, heat - running away from an Inferno.
Home, sweet home! Villages with shady trees!
Destination!
Thirst, hunger, bleeding.
They trudge, fatigued babies hanging on their shoulders like sandbags,
starving infants clutching hands, tears dry on their cheeks.
Men and women - walk, walk, walk!
Leave cities where cruelty is the only language,
Villages with shady trees -
Home, sweet home, far away.
Burning sun, sweating bodies, dry throat, growling tummies.
Slog beside railroads - follow tracks,
no trains, no buses, no trucks, no vehicles,
only two weary feet to carry them to their destination,
plodding with all their might until the body can not move a step further.
Lie on the tracks - it’s hard, it’s cold, it’s comforting!
Come rest, come sleep, come death -
Blood-stained tracks-
Destination never came.
I'm feeling lonely and blue, thinking of you
Trying to figure out what I need to do
to reconnect. I'm not sure what went wrong
but we haven't been together for far too long.
Distance has kept us so many miles apart
and it's caused an ache in my heart.
Lately, fond thoughts of you cross my mind.
Friendships like ours are difficult to find.
I'm sitting here, wondering if you
might be feeling this loneliness, too.
Let's get together sometime soon, my friend
and reminisce about us over a long weekend.
* Thank you, Danny Turner for offering me your lovely lines
as a foundation for our collaboration. Hugs, dear friend.
(Valentine's Collection)
55.
Over the miles from the top of Arrach,
my heart sings an eternal song to you.
Touching the azure as sol does look back,
Through the ages we've passed and life lived new.
Hear my heart singing its Valentine song,
as your dear image before me does stand.
Over the valleys and mountains so strong,
Flyng so high just to hold your dear hand.
As we gaze out o'er the valley's fair grace
With our beating hearts that now beat as one
Your arms keep me warm in loving embrace
Restricting winds chill and warmth from the sun.
Valentine hearts and pretty red roses
on this day meant for lovers, your heart's song,
verses written with romantic posies,
to you my sweetheart I'll always belong.
14/02/2019.
Hi Connie, I just want to thank you for sharing ink with me in this collaboration. It was an honour and a pleasure as it always is. You did make the process easy and enjoyable. You gave the piece its light gentleness. Thank you for being a part of the collection. Have a wonderful Valentine's day. Hugs....Mike. XX
Thru maritime miles of minions in motion
We hedge our opinions while pledging devotion
To serving the Captain and sharing our smiles
Through barrels of onions and flea-bearing trials
But even the pirates who pose in a rumble
Are learning the merits of those who are humble
The path of our choosing where sinning is pleasure
Is better for losing than winning a treasure
I plunged overboard when I soared off a plank
At the point of a sword and a sore lady's prank
The captain's first mate made her daddy agree
That my fate was a date with the fish in the sea
I knew she was baiting my body at brunch
To catch me in waiting and serve me for lunch
All pirates are worthy to fish and to feast
But no one should make me a dish for a beast
From well on the brink to a splash in the sink
I fell in a flash for a female fink
I knew she was watching me fall in the tank
And laughing discreetly with Daddy to thank
I should have resisted the words that she said
But when she persisted they went to my head
I told her I loved her but so did my mate
Who never returned from his very first date
It seems bloody retching but fatefully true
When somebody fetching is fatal for you
You flee from the danger but fractured you find
That pretty young stranger has captured your mind
You think she is true but you never can tell,
Her saltwater stew is a bitter farewell,
A mob in her keep is the poorest of help,
Who force you to leap in a forest of kelp,
Though mad as an adder I drifted from reach
To bob like a bladder in search of a beach
The Great White beside me was my willing host
To have me for dinner and eat me the most
Then something resembling a storm with a tail
Came surging at me in the form of a whale
I lost my composure and when I passed out
She tossed me all over to sit on her spout
Upon this brave lady who skirted the water
I fled for my life from the ship captain's daughter
She brought me to land on the girth of her blubber
To flip me ashore like a lousy landlubber
From deep in the sea to a seat by a seal
The freedom I keep is a cheap kind of deal
The beach that I sleep on is sunny and hot
So happy to be where my honey is not...
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(PoetrySoup Format)
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even the wind,
a delicate art, can feel my heart.
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a lingering l u l l a b y
whispers low,
and syllables
fall -
tracing
your name upon poetic lips.
and while your love is felt
across a myriad of miles,
i’m
( collecting echos )
because . . .
the wind knows,
my heart
is
missing you.
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~ when our moments are just out of reach ~
Monday November 24th, 2025- Poem of the Day
We got off the plane in Malta after our flight
Reached the arrivals hall and to our delight...
there to greet us with a hug and a smile
Paul Callus, his wife and his lovely grand daughter Valentina
THANK YOU PAUL - YOU MADE MY HOLIDAY COMPLETE BEFORE IT HAS EVEN BEGUN!!!!
Written in my hotel room in Sliema Malta
27th October 2015
I Ran Two Miles Today
By Elton Camp
Being too fat I really do despise
One solution is plenty of exercise
I’m proud to be able to say
I did rather well with it today
A sudden inspiration I got
Started running on the spot
Nothing would make me slow down
I zipped across sidewalk and ground
I had a goal that I wanted to meet
And wasn’t going to take defeat
As the goal I drew near
Onlookers began to cheer
“Go chubby,” one called out
“Onward! another did shout
I kept running until I was ready to drop
That ice cream truck was hard to stop
I have a friend that is special to me
who lives many miles away
We both wonder how the other is doing
almost each and every day
I can imagine the smile that is on her face
every time I hear her laugh
I can only hope that the laughter I hear
was made on my behalf
I love the times that she talks to me
about her family and her friends
There are days we talk about anything
and, I hope it never ends
So, when I'm happy or when I'm sad
and, I don't know what to say
I just call and talk to my special friend
who lives many miles away
The ocean breeze delivered it,
A cool and salty spray--
And as the mist draped over me
I was taken miles away.
Taken to a lovely place
The imagination knows--
Far away from busy thoughts
Where the orchid freely grows.
The beach was as if diamonds
And the sea was turquoise blue--
Green velvet were the mountains
And the sky a cotton hue.
So tranquil was this paradise
I dreamed that I could stay--
But reality did send me back,
A thousand miles away.
But I cannot forget that dream,
And I hope it will replay--
Should the ocean breeze deliver this:
A cool and salty spray!
Shower of autumn leaves and acorns,
And rustling sound as I stroll.
Those mesmerising bubbles all-round,
As I dive in the pool.
And also, when, looking into his eyes,
Silently, I can walk thousand miles.
Yes! This is the poetry to me.
The power to see the unseen!
A lady dressed in pink, in my sight.
With complementing accessory soaked in glittery white.
And my heart fondly admires,
Wow! That blushing pink charmer!
Just like an innocent pearl in an oyster.
Adorning beautiful pearl in white,
Gracefully gleaming bright!
And also, when I see those young, tanned lads,
Completely soaked in mud.
And, scaring me, with their thud.
Then, smiling broadly to show their set of teeth.
Oh! I love them, they are all sweet!
Yes! This is the poetry to me.
It definitely beautifies my thoughts!
When I see my friend upset.
Without even a word, I know his mindset.
Slipping quietly my hand on her hand.
I can feel her with my inner strength.
Yes! This is the poetry to me.
It teaches me to empathise.
When I am low
Poetry raises me back, to glow!
When my confidence begins to retire.
Poetry gives me the strength to fight like fire!
Yes! This is the poetry to me.
Always by my side to support me.
Poetry hones in me, a better orator,
As it makes me, a better expresser.
Yes! It helps me to build my character.
My poetry is me!
23/2/19
Sponsor: Silent One
Contest Name: Poetry and ME
soft
pale-cool
rises high
disappears…
the moon
returns
to say
good afternoon
You spoke a new language
of rarefied air
guided nonchalantly
through curving channels of brass
Conduits of cool
juries of jazz
floating past soulful valves
harbingers of what will come
Slender fingers
improvising storylines
magistrates of melancholy
bailiffs of bop
Miles from the mainstream
a milestone of
modern modalities
kind of blue
Across the miles, I feel your love,
And know it’s me you’re thinking of.
Across the miles, there’s little to do,
But sit and think warm thoughts of you.
Across the miles I have no choice
But to wait to hear your familiar voice.
So, across the miles I can only say
I was lost without your touch today;
That my need for you was so much more
Than I have ever known before;
Because I could not take your hand,
Or tell you that I understand
That you would choose to be with me
If Time were ours, and we were free.
So, I will wait more empty nights
To kiss your lips when then I might,
And give my love and restore that smile
That went with you across the miles.
Over The Miles - A Collaboration With Vladislav Raven - Valentine's Collection 55
Over the miles from the top of Arrach,
my heart sings an eternal song to you.
Touching the azure as sol does look back,
Through the ages we've passed and life lived new.
Hear my heart singing its Valentine song,
as your dear image before me does stand.
Over the valleys and mountains so strong,
Flyng so high just to hold your dear hand.
As we gaze out o'er the valley's fair grace
With our beating hearts that now beat as one
Your arms keep me warm in loving embrace
Restricting winds chill and warmth from the sun.
Valentine hearts and pretty red roses
on this day meant for lovers, your heart's song,
verses written with romantic posies,
to you my sweetheart I'll always belong.
14/02/2019.
Thank you so much, Mike, for coaxing me to collaborate on your Valentine poem.
Your words inspired mine and I wish you the best of Valentine's Days. May the romance of the day inspire more poetry! Blessings, Connie
Happy Valentine's Day to everyone at Poetry Soup!
She bathes my soul within her
Sanguine waters ardently
Inundating my senses whole
I become upon her embrace
We become one spirit aloof
Within both light and darkness
Depraving sharp hunting eyes
Perceiving the mirrors self image
Of high tribulation chiseled
Stone falling across studio floors
Swept scrupulous and surgically
Transfusing this beauty of essence
Upon the humid air of breath
Sweetly scented floral calling
Across unmeasured distances
Trekked of unfettered resolve
Heightening as you draw close
Tending my wounds unshaken
Confidence in trusting touch
Eases tautness now diminishing
Away flying into night taking
Pieces of you in my pocket
Clutching for hope and strength
Of this blossom rooting deeply
Within one another we discover
All that we behold and feared
I give to you willingly…untainted
Wholly my poetic heartsong
Inscribed within and without
My trusted two thousand miles