Kilometers Poems | Examples

Sky

September sky with red sun rising
Kaleidoscopic view kilometers away
Yet, its beauty transforms my spirit

The Measure of Miles

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.

Apollo 11

I was a student of logic
when the world stopped breathing—
July 20, 1969,
a footprint pressed into silver dust.
Neil Armstrong’s voice crackled,
“one small step…”
and yet, my mind whispered—
was it the Moon,
or a Hollywood stage?

Fifty–six years have burned away,
half a century of miracles and machines.
We send probes beyond Pluto,
yet have not returned
to that pale frontier
just 384,400 kilometers away.

We dive to the edge of oceans,
but never to their blackest trench.
We speak of radiation belts,
Van Allen’s invisible fire—
how did fragile bodies
slip through alive,
wrapped only in cloth and hope?

Pride is America’s anthem.
If the flag had truly bitten lunar soil,
would it not have marched again—
and again—
until a fortress crowned the Moon?

They say budgets broke the dream.
But tell me—
what nation spares the stars
while spilling trillions on war?

The camera rolls.
The world applauds.
The truth drifts somewhere
between silence and space.

Leitmotif

Delusion comfort and the somn of the routine
Draws sharpness of awareness of yours
Depending on the context of your situation

The habit of the mechanism is tin
That's weird type of force
The conservation

In fact you really don't conserve the monkeys 
Maybe you preserve 
Linguistics say

Of terminologies the bias of buzzword
The physical the meaning of the word
The real physical the meaning 

Hey, look the wordies of the medias of yours
What meaning do conserve you in your writing
In your course 

Of the direction

Where is the transformative the point that 
Doesn't conserve the suffering and victim
So you may enjoy

Dilemma that of theirs, human's 
Of glorifying depths of trauma and the sin

Konserva is in russian language Tin

It's type of package actually the hook
That cannot be unhooked in fact that easy

The real processing is really really hard
But the stupidity and moron fashions of the world 
Is easy

We're ceasing bias, lies, desiformation 
Specific points, opinions, lifestyles

In these the metrics these are kilometers
In these these measured distance as the miles

The Human Blood Vessels

Our blood vessels are super magical
They are like wires interwoven together
Without entangling with each other
It's unique flowing like stream
Big and small lines busy working
Transporting blood in and out the body
All the way working non-stop 
If these vessels are connected
It measured 97,000 kilometers
It can travel the world over two times.

Ballad of solitude

Sequel to changes most socially something strange 
   and wonderful 
   some people may not in the first place understand: 
   How is one dollar, one thousand and five hundred 
   Nigerian naira?, 
     or how is one litre of petrol one thousand naira?, 
 does it mean one thousand five hundred Nigerian 
    kilometers square is equal to one kilometers square 
  on the western world?, 
  then how can we go to excursions there or even visit their 
   companies?
 or yes how is corruption and solutions?. 
   Now, here is a question and question mark 
   what is Nigeria being up to date?.

Scion of the Orchards and Fields, Part One

A man-child they call Abie
    Name's Menachem Levy                    (Levi in Hebrew rhymes with Abie)

  A scion of the orchards and fields
    played 'soldier' with sword and shield

  1964, age 19, left for dead three kilometers behind enemy lines
    clawed his way back to the border through thicket and landmine

  One leg paralyzed, arms nearly useless
    climbed from a pit using his teeth ~
  14 operations later, limbs ok, not toothless

  1973, single-handedly captured Egypt's Third Division in a bunker
    250 troops and their head, transported to jail in five transport clunkers

  Unassuming hero, hauling irrigation pipes in jeans and muddy shoes
    Menachem 'Abie' Levy, born and bred in Kibbutz Sde Eliyahu

She Wanted Magic

She told me that she don’t want something normal,
She wanted magic,
and i wrote for her verses of stars,
painted the sea, and under the moonlight, i gave her the magic of a kiss.
I made thousands of kilometers disappear,
and in a single winter night we gifted each other the four seasons of feelings,
in a symphony of bodies,
where every shiver was a note
raised to a sol maggior by heavy lusts of breaths,
with drops of sweat,
that poured over our lips.
Then she asked me to dissapear, 
and I…dissapeared. 
This was my greatest magic,
 while she…is stil searching for the magic.
Normal was not for her.

Bucket List

Planting a tree that bears sweet fruits 
Tracing the dawning of my roots 
Writing a book that bears my name 
Beating the odds in my own game 

Roaming around in my own way 
Running 50 kilometers away 
Acing the top in my tough test 
Climbing my mountain to the crest 

Gracing the pages of my poetry 
Singing to tune my own melody 
Making my mark on concrete ground 
With the moon and stars around 

Meeting the stars of tinseltown 
Dancing with Johnny like a clown 
Shaking the hands of sexy Swifty 
Meeting the eyes of gorgeous Alexy

June 21, 2023

A Careful Style of Begging

Some days we go there to beg:
Ten kilometers for each leg.
We aren’t greedy as we beg:
Never asked Givers for egg!

This week we’ll be there to beg,
Our backs to their palm wine keg:
A chance to drink spare not dreg;
It makes one laugh at us: Greg!

Our smartest beggar: Mark Clegg:
For now to it does hopes peg;
Whatever he gets he holds:
The costly with left palm folds…

He knows, though, he’s getting old
And says “I need not be told.”

The Long Walk

I can no longer keep up,
your steps far outpace mine. 
My gait is now
barely a notch up 
from a shuffle. My feet ache.
I watch you bound off
into the distance, powering 
yourself towards some set goal
that clicks the kilometers over
until your mark is reached
and you come back.

My distance is meager,
measured within the circumference 
drawn around a seat, 
a vantage point warranting a stop
to take in the view. I sit 
and survey the places I've been
and imagine places where
I would like to go but now,
never will. My thoughts float
the river and ride the tides
going out and then 
coming in. 

We stroll back,
you slowing your stride 
to stay in lock with mine,
the distances we each walk
getting further 
and further apart, 
yet after all this time,
we still arrive home together,
as we did at the start.

The Best Defence

The best defense is the running defense if you wanna fight then you have your pretence but this verse ain't about the offense moves are made ok don't be acting like a defect or be the subject of some showoffs outlet
 mad respect if you 5 k'd an enemy 
That's 5 kilometers with the blessing of survival energy.
I'm not saying don't stick up for your friends g
But if you tell em time to bounce and they stay clowns are made of these
A beginners karate verse By Kyle kriticos

Journey's End

Journey's End

Life expectancy
but a breath of existence
from eternity.
           ***

Life expectancy
but a thousand mile journey
to eternity.
             ***

Note:
   A 'li' is known as a Chinese mile and is approximately one third of an English mile or 500 kilometers. A thousand li, metaphorically, refers to a long journey.

Suggestion

How never ending is space-time cycle!
     and think how long our lives are in it's light?
          We happened to meet in eternity
     No train to go, clouds to pour rain all night

Chennai is six hundred kilometers
     You can't walk up to that in any case.
          This waiting room we're in, is a blessing
     We can't bring trains willingly to this place

This backward station and we're passengers
     Only two; I feel much lonely, and you?
          Think, in centuries' continuation
     We're here alone for a night, what's the clue?

Now, why are you sitting aside from me?
     Are you satisfied with these barren scenes?
          Both of us have to return, we're alone!
     we are alone, it's raining on intervenes!

I understand whispering of these drops
     I love it very much when the lightning strikes
          Put your bag down, understand need of time
     It's eleven O' clock, what the rest night likes?

28 September 2022

Nowhere and What Is Between

I once had a job where I worked away

So I had to commute travel from 
Johannesburg to Kimberly 

From Monday morning to till Friday
afternoon

Now Kimberly is approximately
400 plus kilometers from Johannesburg

And the only thing in between is 4 very
small 1 horse town's

Again all approximately 90 odd 
kilometers apart

With nothing in between but scrub
and barren bush as far as the eye
can see

But once when driving on my way
this I seen

A 1 single solitary man simply just
a out walking along the roadside 
seemingly without a care not 
actively or outwardly despondent

And all it left me journeying forth
upon my way with this though as
the next town even for me in my car
was a fare old way away

Was where on earth did he come from
and where on earth was he going on
this baking hot summer's day

Because on foot as he was it wasn't
so much a case of minutes but hours

He had yet still to journey forth in 
front of him never mind the hours
behind him that he had already taken
him

In order to get to the middle of
nowhere

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