Miles Poems

Miles Away

In the vast expanse of distance, where geography stretches out like an endless canvas, I feel your presence, a gentle whisper that caresses my soul, even though you're a thousand miles away.

Every second, every minute, every hour, and every day, my longing for you grows, a crescendo of yearning that echoes through the chambers of

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

Walking Miles in the Dollar Store

For three hours, I wait.
Is patient the word?
A friendly face, too soon?
Still, when your old
you have no time

for particulars, need to tell
your story to who will listen;
and walk miles and miles
of aisles in the dollar store
where your friend
never goes; and you tell

her about the rose;
and eventually
Mary and Martha meet,
having never crossed paths
before, and
probably nevermore this

MILES AND POLLOCK

The smoky clubs of thought/ where shadows dance and poets talk of truth whispered low/man, a story without end/ can you dig it, my friend/ improvisation’s the key, always unlocked in time, a jazz riff echoing truth in research of a  paradigm/
assumptions about the nature of reality in jazz talk, scales, and harmonies, the

Lesser miles to go

Lesser miles to go by Adejola Joseph
Lesser miles to go
Lost and lonely
Bewildered and perplexed
The city's got everybody busy
Palm on my cheek
Pondering what next?
The journey seems far
The task's pretty arduous and burdensome
Where do we go?
What do we do?
With thin eyes I see the future
And I know all we have is... lesser miles to go
Weary and troublesome
We

Love Across the Miles

My cosmos collided with yours, a destined spin
You're the melody that completes my skin
In dreams, I see our eyes locking tight
The universe whispers 'he's yours, this love is right'

Our hearts are two guitars playing the same song
Beating for each other, where do we belong?
In this wild universe, I'm anchored to you
Every star up high says

Your Question

How on earth we have found each other?
You asked in one of night messages
In the facebook groups its one way or another
On the same train we were passengers
We got off at the same station
We took the same street to the house
With roses and other flowers plantation
A home where you lived with your spouse
The carers teams

Separated by a passport and 8000 miles - An Acrostic Sonnet 30-05-25

Calling over a blurry video,
As much emotion as static would allow,
Natheless I knew you missed me; your kiddo
I can see it in your eyes and wrinkles now.

Ever since I boarded the plane for distant lands,
Venturing zealously for a better life
Excitement eclipsed the price of my plans;
Repenting now I didn’t kiss goodbye.

Recalling sweat and all the

RUSTED MILES

An ominous trail
in their dark ashes—
each ellipsis
hid a treacherous bend.
I feel the camper’s
hollow rattle
between cracked ribs
that won’t quite mend.

Not their youth,
but mine—
still burning
in oil-smoke haze
too thick to see.
Torn nights
of endless yearning—
a senseless chase
I couldn’t face,
and wouldn’t flee.

Would the dust
of reckless trysts
still stir—
and burn again?
Would my reading
turn to riding
that soulless path,
the camper’s sin?

The snare of wishing
for

Sprinter miles apart

Life's long ride 
To which,
I opted for smaller tides
That comes and goes
Like latecomers, summer night

Seeing myself passing over the potion
Summer changes into winter
And now I am with the ocean
With no direction, just a sprinter

From the Outside

I can see you by the window from the outside 
Squinting, smiling through the sunlight
You could see me in the corner of your eye
But I'm miles away from the sight
What’s the news, how is your blood glucose
How did you sleep last night
You can’t hear my voice I suppose
You’d appreciate how hard I have tried
You don’t

A Few More Miles Ahead of Time

I often wonder if it’s worth the effort 
with a keyboard or paper and pen
to pour out my thoughts, heart, mind and soul
from the ocean and rivers within   

The marrow in my bones 
hidden deep within these veins
“This universe is a miracle,” 
I’ve heard Einstein once proclaimed

Though admittedly, I’m not near his kind
(far

60 miles from Cherokee

I took my bike on Amtrak, got off at Charlottesville.
Climbed up to the Blue Ridge parkway, the first of many a hill.
I met a Canadian Carpenter as I got closer to N.C.
He was cycling alone; his wife would meet him in Miami.

We shared some jokes and when food ran low
resupplied at the green valley of

NINE MILES OF BLU

NINE MILES OF BLUE
By
Tony Adamo (Nov.25,’05) Hip
spoken’ Word
 
I walked into a little jazz dive off 125th and Lex
a cold wind blew me through the swingin’ doors/
 
Beer, peanuts, dark smoke and the smell of times gone by laid me out like I was a hitman in a deep freeze/
   I was in

Miles and ahead

A mile and ahead to summit,
Can’t stop although I lack permit.
I am always so eager to admit ,
It matches my way and habit .
A game beyond any loss or profit,
I deny to quit and never retreat.
A script without retake and edit,
Confidence prevails and uplift.
Who said it to be undoable?
None here is infallible.
Resisting roughness makes it

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