Backpacking Poems - Poems about Backpacking

...I take my pain to where ragers rage and writhe in their self-absorbed gluttony on all-winter days their tea cups are only for them interspersed with silence and solitude the streets are buildings......

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...I searched 'ere the dawn, where could it have gone, for now, it possesses me, as a mystery, till dawn met me. I've no rhyme or reason that a loved entity goes awry, having to comb wi......

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...Florid banshees recoiled, neck and hankering sneer. A succinctly exuberant suggestion when selective. Came on, fell flat with laconic ornamentation. A miniature jaunt, interment; glove compa......

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...Nothing excites or amazes me now, I've either done it, seen it Or heard about how. I can read it, need it and heed it in 2 hours But there's nothing out there that really inspires, Not......

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...A one-time backpacking zebra with a rah rah rah Went down the mountain sliding down a long seesaw We yelled hey wait! Don’t you usually walk. He gave us a rude hand gesture; and a little squawk. ......

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...While backpacking in downtown Mumbai I digested a spicy meat pie It wasn't too long 'Till I smelt a pong And then felt something run down my thigh.......

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...I am going on an expedition I told my family sweet. I might FaceTime, Zoom, Twitter or maybe tweet. But I have to seek my fortune, so backpacking I will do. I plan to go to Europe, Scotland, Irela......

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...It all started with two kids Getting it for what they did Scripted it as taking it one step further from the flirty pass A teen camper and his lass All of a sudden rich Cunningham was making ......

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...Friendships end when they are put to test They don’t flex or bend weather old or best Someone useful becomes useless and selfish sides usually progress True closeness isn’t found in many ......

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...Many think that I'm going on vacation, when I go thru hiking, backpacking where the deer and the antelope roam, but I am not at all going on vacation, by any stretch of the imagination. The trut......

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...If I weren’t afraid I would run toward the mountains. Backpacking, hard and fast, with my sleeping bag and such. I would hitch a ride with sixty-five strangers, Getting to know them, making them ......

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...HELLO AND GOODBYE COCO I wanted a brown Labrador, blonde and black , I love them all But I had made up my mind, anxiously I sat waiting for a call, From the breeder, the phone rang , They had......

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...Backpacking I search my truth place unknown— With abandon limbs roam free on brown pampas, thirsting for newfound conquests. Contest: Whitney 2 5 Sept 2017......

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...Mark Hurlin Shelton is a Poet from Cape Town South Africa, born in October 1967. He was raised by his grandparents in Three Anchor Bay, near Sea Point, where he attended his first schools: Ellerton P......

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...Give them clear mountain lakes, Kid-friendly swimming holes, Rafts, canoes, and sailboats; Dads and sons with fishing-poles. Give them clear night skies, ......

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