'myles' poems - Hello Poetry

Auss Aug 2014

Silver haired and pearly whites
You always gave good advice

Loving grandfather full of care
A family of dozens for you to bear

A Wise counselor in the school
Respect all life was a rule

A loving husband for 60 years
You far surpassed all your peers

Your kids are grown
And their seeds are sewn.

Go in peace dearest Myles
For you have made many Smiles

RIP 8/11/14

#love #pain #sadness #death #alone #grandfather #illmissyou

Hidden face Dec 2012

Masks

Hidden face Dec 2012

Masks

All colors, shapes and sizes. A cunning disguise. Quite stunning. The right fit. A refusal to go the extra mile. Poor Myles. No more fake smiles. A mask. Can coerce a crowd. It's quite loud when your face shows but no sound. His face. It's quite a disgrace. Tells of his battles and all. How many times he's fallen. He's quite clumsy.

He makes it his number one task, to buy a new mask. He's new in town, and wonders why everyone looks like a clown. I mean surely they can't all be happy. Masks. A store. "May I try this one on sir?" Perfect. Task complete. He fits in. But underneath, he's not the same. Possibly insane. He hides something deep, so deep it never speaks. It only sleeps. Family. Friends. They can never tell. What he hides. The mask. It tells lies.

Someone close. Someone you know. Watch closely. Their mask will slowly deteriorate. Dissipate. Time. It may take a while if you try to pry. Their mask. Their completed tasks. Even those close to Myles couldn't tell. Underneath, we're quite different. Don't you see. We all wear our own. How many do you own?

MH Jul 2013

Myles

MH Jul 2013

Myles

"Are you cold" I asked
Myles, skinny, four, standing
by the water.

"Yes. But I don't care," he said,
shivering slightly, blue-lipped and
smiling.

Then he splashed back in.

Myles is one of my twin boys. Now 13, he was (obviously...) 4 then, up north in Minnesota, USA.

s s chanel Nov 2018

myles away

s s chanel Nov 2018

myles away

I want to fall into you,
but you'd rather ****** into me.
And that may be reconcilable for a second
or two
or three.
You turn late nights into later mornings--somewhere exploring skin as if there's no one else,
daring me to bring earthquakes to our footing on common ground that makes me
want to crash into you.
Yet you only plunge into me for an hour
or two
or three.
And I still push closed doors open in my hopeful head
while you can't conceive the thought of us-- or even me--
without the sheets from my bed

#friendswithbenefits

Jesse Dauphinee Dec 2015

For Myles

Jesse Dauphinee Dec 2015

For Myles

A name as glorious as yours brightens even the darkest seas of chaos;
And pierces walls built on bricks of sorrow.
Your name paves gently lit pathways for the timid sound of hope,
To bloom with Your light.
Your name did not stick to mine with scratch marks and chemicals;
It was hand-sewn with a thousand rhymes and a passion
For our two-fold destiny.
Our souls sang when our voices first danced
In the harmony that awarded our names a hyphen based on sins.

And I will prove irrational your fear.
Your legacy will be detailed in sonnets
And the porcelain melody of your name will echo
At the top of my lungs until everyone remembers your stage curtain halo.

Myles Harrison Card.
Your name was meant for a thousand more ears than Heaven has to offer.

#loss

Mitchell Oct 2011

Miles and Myles

Mitchell Oct 2011

Miles and Myles

In between the lines
You could tell

Shakespeare danced
Religiously

Way back when

First time He
Was happy was
Probably when he
Was dead

Like the
Pilgrims or
Like those
Ocean storms

Old grave sites
Inside me

Old grave stones
Are
A' Floating

And the creak of the
Street with its
Wheezes and its
Moans

Makes me breathe
Deep inside

Takes me faster
Than it grows

As of late
A bed seems
Useless

And
People continue to
Act useful yet desperately
Cracked

Tables are
Crumbling and
The hearts have
Gone weak

Shadows are
Spreading and
My hands have
Grown bleak

Friends are now
Foreign while
Religion still
Weeps

Gods got
Glasses and
He smiles while
Laughing

Feigning:
Paranoia
Heart Break
Misery
Melancholia
Desperation
Writer's Block
Nothingness within
Nothingness
Trusting
No one
Not even
Yourself

Alone in the
Dark and you
See
Everyone's
Been there
All along

Together yet

Miles and miles

Apart

Tim Feb 2010

thinking by timothy myles

Tim Feb 2010

thinking by timothy myles

sitting and thinking of what my life
could have been.
going through idea's thoughts
hopes and dreams.
what happened?
how did i get this way?
went through life doing the wrong instead of the right.
what's left?
can't get a start or rerun.
I guess I will sit here and remember all the deeds
I have done

Tim

Michelle Awad Mar 2020

MODERN LIVING (after Eileen Myles)

Michelle Awad Mar 2020

MODERN LIVING (after Eileen Myles)

MODERN LIVING
after Eileen Myles

In the spirit  of wakefulness  
my neighbors  ride their bikes
 after making  brunch, together, 
wiping sleep from 
each other’s
 eyes, the dogs
 bark
 from their balcony,  their
keys jangle  in the wooden gate
 as they leave,
 and that is the  sound 
of modern living.  
I sleep too late,
 I hate the morning  
as if it broke my 
heart once, and  
maybe it did, back 
when youth tasted
 like homemade
 ice-cream and walnuts
 straight off the  tree, and
I didn’t mind  having arms
 wrapped around 
me. I spent the  simplest days
 I will ever know 
wishing life were more
 complicated, I used 
to talk to the sun, it  
used to kiss me and
 my shoulders 
turned red and 
that’s how I learned 
about pain, about 
being betrayed, about
 staying inside to be
 safe, I used 
to tell people  that’s who 
I got my hair from,
 like it was family. I
swam  in the ocean for
the  first time and  decided
it was 
where the whole 
world’s tears went
 after they fell from  
its cheeks, I tasted  the salt
sticking to  my chin and  
hoped they all  had
found out how  to be
happy. I didn’t know 
how hard  
being happy  

could be.
I can see why people
 take beach trips 
to get away, to forget 
their troubles, more 
and more,  it seems the 
only way to feel  weightless  
is to submerge
 yourself in other  people, have you ever
felt alone 
with the tide
 at your feet? my  neighbors 
come home, and
 their dogs stampede 
into their front yard, 
just fragments, 
disjointed shadows 
behind a picket fence, 
and my neighbors 
return inside
 to clean the brunch 
plates, to wipe the 
sweat from each other’s 
eyes, and foreheads, 
and maybe he
 kisses her neck and
 tastes
 the sea
 for a second, and
 he sighs 
with relief, and that 
is the sound 
of modern living.

#poetry #eileen #myles #poem

Emily Kaminski Oct 2014

~The Dance Of My Body~

Emily Kaminski Oct 2014

~The Dance Of My Body~

I know I'm capable to do any type of dances, if I try.

But when the music plays, I dance freestyle.
It's not just 'any' freestyle,
it's the type that you know it's missing affection.
It's missing a partner to love.

As soon as I feel the rhythm going through me,
my body flows with it.
When the rhythm is crazy fast:
It makes me a wild cat,
seeing of how feisty and powerful my body can move.
But when it's a slow rhythm:
My body moves slowly and elegantly, yet tempting to go near it.
Either way,
It'll call out for you to TOUCH IT.

I'm known to be ONE of the GREATEST TEASERS in my groups of friends.
Because my deadliest weapons,
are my hips.

When the rhythm plays, it works up from my knees; which is the key to how my hips can move SSOOoo SMOOTHly, then it works up to my curved belly, then to my chest and arms.
The DEADLY body wave.

But what can REALLY GET ME GOING,
is when that guitar solo, the riffs
breaths heavy, then bites finger
OH GAWD THE SOLOS just makes me
LOOSE IT COMPLETELY!!!
Especially, the ones from 70s-80s,
it's a turn on for me.
My body will want MORE to feel it's melody,
for it to keep on playing!
OVER AND OVER AGAIN UNTIL I JUST drop on the floor from SATISFACTION.
With my face all red and my eyes all seduced.
My body burning up.
biting my bottom lip
mhmhm-heehee~

Sometimes when I dance on the pole or even using a chair I can imagine a person,
who's dancing with me.

One of the things that can win my full body's attention,
is when another body resist the temptations from falling into their wrong desires from me.
OR if that other body moves fluently with mine, without going any further, like under my clothes.
Simply just respect.

I may be a performer, but my mind says it differently.
So does others.
Our bodies want temptation and our minds wants to have trust and comfort.
You know what I'm saying.

Just because I'm a TEASER, doesn't mean I want YOU in BED.

That's why I'm deadly.
I torment people, by simply moving a piece of my body, then not letting them fulfill their DESIRES from me.
Sorry if you guys can't keep control of yourselves. Just work HARDER on THAT~
The only people who can HAVE ALL THAT from me, are the ones if in a relationship with or the ones I just REALLY LIKE ALOT~ ;)

I got a list of songs that can REALLY move me:
(Most of them are in the 70s-80s era,which ever has a nice guitar riffs)
Aerosmith- Rag Doll
Alannah Myles- Black Velvet
Nazareth- Goin' Loco, Hair Of The Dog
Warrant- Cherry Pie
Def Leopard- Pour Some Sugar On Me
Gary Wright- Dream Weaver(the mellow melody is what moves me)
Foreigner- Jukebox Hero
AC/DC- Honey Roll, Thunderstruck, Back In Black
Also there's more, but it's all I can think of right now.

Even some songs from today:
Pussycat Dolls- Buttons, Sway
Britney Spears(ver)- I love Rock 'n' Roll
****** XL ft. DATAROCK- Gloria
Lady Gaga- Do What You Want With My Body
Girlicious- Stupid ****
One Republic- Everybody Loves Me
Down With Webster- Woe Is Me
There's also others, but again, it's all I can think of~

Just to let you guys know, I'M NOT A STRIPPER WHATSOEVER!
It's just my dances are like that.(I know other girls dance like that too. Nothing to be ashamed off, just know your limits~)
I'm just a simple cashier at a store~ ;u;
Just remember that bodies and minds don't mix at times.
Promise me, not to play these songs around me, FOR MOSTLY YOUR SAKES, because IT'LL END UP IN DISAPPOINTMENTS!!!
Also TRY NOT TO COMMENT ANY PERVERTED THINGS!!
I know it's tempting, but just don't! PLZ!
Just keep your desires to yourself! QAQ

Goodmorning Miles Dec 2014

and Airbend you out the trapdoor

Goodmorning Miles Dec 2014

and Airbend you out the trapdoor

To shake dust from my pretty
child
i must mystify minds while, molding
pre-paved tile patios:
give the sheep’s pen a four wall construct
A-RISE above the morphic
and bellow, to comfort the feet.

Im stabbing quarters into my activation plate’s extra exhaust
to ignite something.
Spit some carbon –

Manic moments, move a myles like me to the metaphysical mirror.
And it is not this one that reflects,
but to the duties my appendages embody i –
lack expects.
Do due – Respect.
to this Chthonian carriages; my dermis quite the copy cat.

to say the body is made in the images
of a cosmic titan is overly abstract.
The big bang was an aftermath of a flatline,

“so whatchur telling me is that even the void gets tired?” (it says)

my guilt was relieved of its cage and given
new duties.

Project itself on a man with open eyes
searching for answers.
Close that third mind and let them
truths seep from the almost always
clogged sinuses.
Snore even.

feeding a stuffed belly

#words #depression #breath #hello #the #air #tali #whatwedontknow #whatwetrytoknow #wecantknow

Aztec Warrior Sep 2016

"Black Velvet"

Aztec Warrior Sep 2016

"Black Velvet"

“Black Velvet”**

There use to be snow up there,
lots of it to be sure.
Then the sun came out somewhere
and now all is melted and demure
in nature and touch,
as everything is covered in bleak colors,
rainy feel and such
displaying too many grays and shadows.

I use to spend hours
watching the witchy Borealis
shifting and shimmering
on black velvet nights.
It was enough to set your heart a fire
running playfully
in those Canadian lights.

Now, some may look for
that “slow Southern style”
and a come on sway, oh my.
But I look northward
to the songs in the sky
with legs that make a skirt wild.
Give me
Borealis on painted
black velvet skies,
“if you please”.

Aztec Warrior / redzone 7.3.16
(Note: quote from the song “Black Velvet”
by Alannah Myles)

....thanks for reading...
the music is "Black Velvet" by Alannah Myles
link: https://youtu.be/tT4d1LQy4es

Andrew Jun 2019

Some

Andrew Jun 2019

Some

Some flowers have no petals,
some bugs have no wings,
and some trees have no leaves.

Some fires make no smoke,
some bottles may be broken,
and some books have no words,

Some humans have no humanity.

A. I. Myles o7 June, 2019

Let’s all practice being better humans in the days to come.

#human #humans #humane #humanity #justsomethoughts #thanksforreading

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