Miles Poems - Poems about Miles

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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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 ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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A thousand miles to go and a dollar to my name. A chip upon my shoulder right next to all the blame. I’m running from the future, I’m running from the past. I may be going nowhere but I’m going to get there fast. Heading toward the mountains, find a cave where I can hide. I told her I’d be...

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"But I have many promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep." Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death. I will fear no evil for you are with me. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all of the days of my life and I will dwell in the house of...

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