Miami Poems - Poems about Miami

White Suits and Wet Streets, A Miami Vice Poem The pastel blur of Ocean Drive at twilight, a saxophone weeping through the humid air. White linen jackets catching the neon glow, shoulder pads sharp enough to cut the tension. Crockett's stubble, a permanent shadow, Tubbs' wry smile, a shield against the grit. Their Daytona Spyder, a white streak of rebellion, slicing through the...

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Miami International Airport has something most airports do not they have trained therapy dogs ready for hugs and cuddles I am unsure how I can find one but if I get to Miami, I will be looking for one....

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Miami Mall is rocking with aliens from star planets galore. The worst thing is they are not buying anything from a store. They are hypnotizing the salespeople and getting stuff free. Items are leaving the mall faster than a grand prix shopping spree. Someone who was watching what was happening averted his eyes. He got on his phone and he...

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bankside ice crusted water slowly flows downward steam rises upwards...

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It's snowing in Tallahassee It's very cold in Miami It's very slippery under the palm trees And it's very cool in Haiti. It's snowing heavily in Florida All the streets are vacated and empty The coconut trees are coated with snow We are almost in a state of siege. It's snowing in Tallahassee We are worried in Miami Everyone is sick and cold But they say...

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Jupiter and Venus meld like two canaries Kissing in late February In a black gap Between mountainous sparkling beach hotels As if The planets have privacy in their own city alley Sand in Miami Warm as peach pie beneath our bare feet A beach just for us Bob and Kerri What cosmic gale Blew these names to our lunar sails? The froth from ocean waves Breaks Like ghostly surfers...

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we heard that sammy had a mother called mammy won grammy in miami button and button after we had gone hunting who has the button we started to search in a place where he would perch on bench made of birch were with many fears they even had bought some steers after rounds of beers money disappears when their twilight nears in hock up to ears you should see long...

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How Winter Goes David J Walker This is how the winter goes North wind blows Runny nose Nothing grows Highs are lows While The old folks Endlessly double-bundle fighting off the cold swearing next winter will be different Spent in Miami Spent in bundles in The jungles of a Florida swamp Calling my sister Asking her to text me Mothers Recipe For Sweet Cornbread Mother would...

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A day before our getaway to Miami We got out the blue suitcase And as it sat in our bedroom Getting ready for spring break Our golden retriever Ever vigilante Would not leave its side Day or night To go outside eat or drink No He could not risk being left behind Thought it was summer Going to the lake....

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Before my wife and I Broke out of our shell For spring break in Miami Just the two of us on our first vacation in 30 years All our kids wished us well Though I detected an ache in their voices “Next time!” one of my boys said in a farewell text Next time, I said to myself I’d love that, a next...

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I brush back Her wave of turquoise hair She winces but doesn’t yet Pull back From the salt in her wounds And the sand on her hips From the laughing seagulls snatching Last night’s scrap of words Leftover From the plates and lips Of Sunny Isles Pier Our winter was very dark and very long So far away from here Who am I to make such a presumption? To...

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I. The Fish Crow is an outcast amongst the seagulls Standing on the hot Miami sand At the end Of our rose-colored beach towel Nodding and blabbing half-heartedly Nuh-uh nuh-uh To the lack of crumbs From us The stingy blue collar visitors From freezing old gray Michigan We’re so out of place Down here As pale as if we were skinless Wandering like ghosts among this feast Of color and...

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By day six I was antsy Stayed in my room all morning I knew this would happen While the glass-shatter of the ocean waves And yelps of surprise from scores of little kids Drifted in Through my opened balcony doors From the beach below Made the mistake of paying attention to my phone And the more I did It seemed The more emails dinged Like an elevator...

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The former blond model pouts and primps Swinging her hips Down the splashing catwalk of shoreline Sand caving to her imagined heels Wheeling to her awaiting Israeli mogul Her shoulders set so far back It’s as if she’s walking backwards Puts herself square Between Him And another thin woman Launches a laugh and offers salted peaches Wraps her skinny arm around The other woman’s string bikini of waist Holds...

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A big man Stands Roasted pink on the ocean beach Unleashing his gut over his bathing suit Holding a can of Miller Lite Surely a used car salesman in real life Shows off In front of a group of friends Lifts his free hand like the Statute of Liberty To a flock of hungry seagulls That swoop to his pinched fingers He laughs and laughs “Those dumb...

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