Best Hiker Poems

Yea, I'm living life on the road, traveling across the land,
I left my humble abode, with just my thumb on my hand,
I'm sightseeing and free....heading somewhere...
with no better place to be, in my world of no care,

Yea, I'm hitch hiking....thumbing for a ride...
half broke, left...

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I never thought I’d be the one
 To injure, re-injure, and re-injure my own thumb

 First time crushed between horse and steel fence
 Second time bitten by a cat in defense
 Third time sadly was self inflicted
 An accident of course…
 None the less thumb...

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I'm Mortimer Monkey!  My devilish side
will jump on the back of the elephant's hide!

I'll take unfair advantage
Even taking bringing my baggage!

While this jumbo sized taxi....gives me a ride!!...

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The passage 
narrows 
as I incautiously 
wedge onward. 
At this stage in the game
do I still have to worry
about finding the way back?
Why can't I 
just let the days lighten, darken, 
terminate?...

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The Hiker
                           Frank Halliwell

At last the weekend has arrived
And time has come to now enjoy
Some relaxation with good friends.
Sand...

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the sun set beneath
wings of angels soaring on
clouds as night draws near

C. Alvez...

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Hiker Dude

Commander of the view of the curving earth
the Piñon stands a-grip a forest of boulders,
jagged giants, held in place by her, a part of her,
at her bidding.

The lone hiker dude,
grasps the piñon to haul himself up.
Sweat freezing in a wicked wind.
He extends his soul...

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Death shrieks a pebble

Down the dusty-road 

Corn stalks and spiders sing

Silence and division

Gravel shouts boot-heels


A steel beast hums a rusted ode

As crows and eagles implode

The clouds float a witness

The wind blows sweet distress

An engine fires a scream


A hiker gasps a dream…...

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Another poem from my novel, 'The Girl at the Rest Stop.' The story is about a young girl who was abandoned, rescued by a man, (PJ) and eventually adopted by PJ and his wife. I use poems---pertinent to the following chapter---on the blank pages between...

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I wanted to find myself, so I got lost in the woods,  
Turns out life’s easier without all the shoulds.
The rhythm of steps was a meditation  
Twelve hours a day in God’s lovely creation.

Even when I was tired, wet, hungry and cold ...

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Omelas, you foolish wicked city.
Cease your willfull ignorance
And do not walk away.
Paradise built on oppression is hell.
Exalt your brother.
Exalt your sister.

Omelas, you wretched rotting heap.
It is not your victims who reek.
It is you.
Perfumes cannot quench your stench.

Go down.
Sit in your filth and listen.
Learn from the...

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The hiker knows well
       that he can't stop walking
   he being a nomad of his own identity...

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Helena had always wanted to be a professional hiker more than a bit.
Her parents thought it dangerous, and tried to talk her out of it.
When she was eighteen, she got herself enormous hiking boots.
And proved she could master mountains, bears, tigers and bandicoots.

Her parents were...

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Eamon heard the rocks skitter away,
scree tumbling down with his every step,
descending from towering Mount Gilborne,
to a lake below where he could rest.

He knew a spot to set up his new tent,
where the conifers came down to the shore,
vibrant blue waters, the peak high above,
a...

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The trapper looked for the oddly-dressed man,
but could no longer see him, or his tent.
He glanced around, so supremely confused,
now where the devil had that darned fool went?

He searched along the whole of the lake shore,
but of the strange man he found no...

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