Best Hitchhike Poems
Inhaling, hushed, from hashed cigars
my mind implodes in Malimar
where Naiads bathe in caviar -
I dream of dwarves and three-eyed tsars.
The captive kiss of Princess Mars
(who talks in tongues at seminars)
burns red beyond Her blue boudoir -
I writhe within Her pale peignoir.
Her Maids gloss lips with cinnabar,
bedizen cheeks in dusts that mar,
serve teas beside the reservoir -
I sip them from a samovar.
Disguised in smoke and lamps of spar
Her Genies gender gold dinars,
evoking flames in ginger jars -
I plea before the Commissar.
At Princess’ neighbourhood bazaar,
white shadows slip through doors ajar
to drape my dreams in ash and char -
I long await the Avatar.
Her Merchants (preening, proud Hussars)
paint pretty scenes on VCR’s
while sailing ships to Zanzibar -
I strum the strings of warped sitars.
Her Prophets sometimes cruise in cars
else while at each and every bar
to speak of space and time bizarre -
I pass my pride for small pourboires.
Her Necromancers trace in tar
tall tales of wisdom flung afar,
transported by the Registrars -
I hitchhike on their handlebars.
Her seers conjure repertoires
where She and I are on a par
in infinite surreal memoirs -
I sometimes sense the void is ours.
My Princess never sees the scars
cut by Her whispered “au revoirs” -
I often wake to ask ‘who are
these Gods that sail the distant stars?’
Categories:
hitchhike, fantasy,
Form:
Monorhyme
Personification of the Elements – 9-1-23
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The Elementals
Frigid currents gather stirring
Mists to rain hail in fists of fire and ice
From fractured magma stone eruptions
Crust and fire collide
In melted tornados
In hollows where minerals hitchhike
Into purple ruby hazes
Igneous bursts into fevered conundrums
Where four elementals convene
In cryptic crystals, intoxicated by emerald,
Fused laughing enigmas,
Shedding molten aqua teardrops,
Where fire and fury reside
Imprisoned in liquid stone,
Sparkling matrix thunders,
Compressed grit in animations
Of clear-cut brilliance
The Elementals speak
In captured eternal flames,
Water, stone and breath.
Categories:
hitchhike, birth, earth, fire, water,
Form:
Personification
Life on a hitchhike
A cool drool drip slid to the corner of a slit shut
mouth. Eyes that once FLASHED reared back and humbled
into occular armpits, no explanation. Hands that once
felt warmth and high hopes slowly tremmored twitching
careless as unmatter of fact. I watch the
flesh depart, skin crawling with old breakfast
sausage patty indifference. Postage due----Royal flesh
does not win. Careful. External refuse
hidden bonds confide in mass abuse of internal
bliss like factory worker, paydayholiday Friday. Say
goodbye like used coffee grounds At last gasp I
set sockets against a blank ceiling scanning with
eyes aglee and a wave in omnidirectional fervor.
Too finite? Numb and neutral with nothing at stake
I praise a restless content over a form boring of
less than glib compose and promote a position of
erectile tissue and ooooze about time , space
swaying to and fro for this invisible temptation
at arms------------------------------------------length
dave collins, "Yes", 1/89, Wash D.C.
Categories:
hitchhike, christmas, death, dream, farewell,
Form:
Free verse
Drifting in the vacuum, I see a sun rising
Pulled inexorably towards the event horizon
Infinity condenses into a single quark
Lighting the universe bathed in the dark
I see the charm of its strange, beautiful truth
Came up from the bottom; like a galactic baby tooth
The super symmetry of fundamental force
Has set us on an interminable course
The quantum mechanic can not fix our car
Because our neutrinos all have zero charge
So I guess we will hitchhike to the next star cluster
Led by a supernova and all its luster
12-5-2016
Categories:
hitchhike, image, imagery, imagination, space,
Form:
Rhyme
I inserted a suppository right after I had been using super glue.
My hand is stuck in my butt and I don't know what I'm going to do.
When I went to the hospital, the doctors and nurses laughed.
They were in hysterics from laughter and they called me daft.
When they laughed, it offended me so I kicked the doctors below the belt.
They kicked me out and blacklisted me because they didn't like how it felt.
Because of my problem, I can't drive a car or ride my bike.
I can't afford a taxi so to get to places, I have to hitchhike.
The drivers also laugh and I have to slap them to make them keep their mouths shut.
It's been three years and I don't think I'll ever be able to get my hand out of my butt.
(This is a fictional poem)
Categories:
hitchhike, funny, hilarious, humor, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Gotta be me.
No one else.
I tried to be,
Someone's clone,
And it gave me an uneven tone.
Gotta be me.
I don't care if you don't like it.
I don't care if you strike it.
This is my life.
And I can't hitchhike it
I probably tried to be you,
But it's not true to me.
I tried to be people in my family.
I can't do that either.
Gotta be me.
Whether it sends you colorless chills,
Or give you scarlet fever.
Gotta be me.
It makes me free,
To be only,
Who I wanna and gotta be,
Me.
4-23-11
Categories:
hitchhike, life, people, philosophycare, care,
Form:
Rhyme
The girl was only thirteen but she decided to runaway from home,
Her parents did not hit her but their words were like whips;
They called her stupid, and told her she would amount to nothing,
She did not understand why they seemed to hate her.
So she put everything that would fit into her backpack and left,
With no plan in place, she just started walking and walking;
She knew that staying in her small town was out of the question,
Leaving would be the only option, so she became a fugitive.
A bit of money bought lunch and then she headed for the highway,
Put out her finger to hitchhike and the first car stopped;
Where are you going, he asked, Toronto, she replied, uncertain,
I can take you part way, she got in and he was polite.
He let her out in Kingston, but first bought her some food,
At the restaurant she met up with a teen boy hitchhiking too;
So they made a team and set off together, she thought it fun,
They got to Toronto at night and ended up sleeping outside.
When she woke up, he had gone and she was all alone,
She walked the streets, running when she saw a police man;
In the evening a man approached her and asked, if she was lost,
And if she was hungry, she was, and he seemed nice.
He took her to a mission and they gave her soup and a bed,
There she met some kids who were hitching to Florida;
Why not, she was a fugitive here, so the next day they left,
It did not take them long and they slept on the beach.
In the morning she was all alone, and now in another country,
She was starting to get afraid, then a man said to her, hello;
Lost, he said, he seemed nice, she nodded taking his hand,
The Florida police found her body in a canal that day.
There was no identification and no missing child reports,
Her parents did search for years and years and years;
She just disappeared, a little girl fugitive on the run,
She is buried in a nameless grave in Florida.
And they never found her.
__________________________
March 15, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/The Runaway
Copyright Protected, ID 16-768-391-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Categories:
hitchhike, abuse, child,
Form:
Verse
"Proper Pam im-promiscuity carries a
tepid torch against the blank footlights
of a dimlit digital marital marquee---last on the
billing of a car-null double featurette like
a black and white bijou plotless rerun
hand cranked by an arthritic arm;
pit pursuant of
quicksand lust with a gray gaze monotony
able to hitchhike from a plavce point left
only undetermined,
I've seen more action from a shoe sticky floor
or a large hole in an uncomfortable seat cushion,
not to "juxtapare" mind me but what a
chronofile, if briefcases couldspeak and not the
numbers from the credit card diction-ary of child
desires---stratfied pleasures far from TILT
lean calmly on majestic inconsequentials--like
ships passing in the night.
a blue ribbon in a cud chewing contest
Categories:
hitchhike, angst, child, depression, husband,
Form:
Free verse
MAGIC IS THE MIND
Poetry is to poets a fantasy world,
You can say the truth or be absurd,
You can travel to Venus if you like,
Go by rocket ship or merely hitch hike,
Anything is possible in poetry land,
Fly a kite or play in the sand,
Go back and meet Henry The Eighth
Forget been inspired by Godly faith.
Follow Alice in wonderland, her path
And deal with her dream in a bubble bath!
Meet Joan of Arc and, sadly watch her die,
As she is pronounced a heretic, everything a lie.
But then of course why not meet Shakespeare,
And Anne Hathaway and his King Lear
Walk round their garden, really not absurd,
Did that many years ago, in an English rose world!
Did anyone see or meet Elvis Presley,
A unique singer, began rock and roll expressly,
But this is a roller coaster ride and the centuries
Go up high and they come rolling back down,
Each one brings fond ,sad or delightful memories.
We can even go back as far as Moses
Receiving the ten commandments, God chose us
Do we all abide by them , hope so, for at our end
We must not for the left turn, tend!
This is a poem of mystique and fantasy,
So why not invite Ghandi and Mandela.
For Black lives count,
Making sure protests are peaceful,
And numbers substantially mount!
Let us return to the stars, the moon
And the sun, the planets, the milky way
Perhaps not a hitchhike but a hot air balloon,
Take with you for fun a cartoon character of note,
Or Emmeline Pankhurst, she initiated woman’s vote.
Plant a beautiful garden out in space,
Be the first to do so from the human race,
Remember we cannot be barred
In our poetic imagination, which is avant guarde,
Join me, please register on line,
I promise you a journey that will more than be fine!
Categories:
hitchhike, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
I ate the enemy,
and bottled up the peace,
I swam a shore
and polluted all the reefs,
I waged a war,
and dreamed up proper beats,
I came and went
before people got their feet,
I ate the animal
and labeled a lofty cannibal-
aided in the sham of all,
but gave it back through the Ram and Bull,
I sickened your very sole,
did chores to leave you without a goal,
faced you inside your head,
made you slave against your own bed,
I ran away and made you feel the chase,
like big cats carrying mace...
You had a chance-
I swear you could have won the day,
its too bad you became sorry
and wished me away,
and thought the earth was still round-
just like your face,
too bad you can't get off of the spike
stuck to your seat,
even if you hitchhike
you pine at others wills that are weak,
jive about jazz from a generation in time that was pristique,
and you weren't even there
taking notes and pointing a beak.
Categories:
hitchhike, adventure, animal, blessing, blue,
Form:
Ode
Baila, Lilah; move your thing.
Ragtime; Turkey Trot!
Magic step into the Swing.
Show us ALL you’ve got.
Boogie Woogie; Lindy Hop;
Shim Sham Shimmy it.
Snazzy-jazzy, quick-quick, stop?
Jitterbugs don’t quit!!
Hanky Panky; do the Stroll;
Hand Jive; Twist and Shout.
Mash Potato; Rock and Roll.
Shake it all about!
Go ahead and be a nerd.
Hustle like you do!
Do the Jerk and do the Bird.
And the Hitchhike too.
70’s were kind of fun.
Lift those Disco feet.
You are a phenomenon
Keeping to that beat.
Walk like an Egyptian now.
Macarena’s cool;
Moon Walk too if you know how.
You’re a dancing fool!
Now add Salsa, and Cha Cha;
Mambo in that way
Like you do for Mardi Gras.
Shimmy as you sway.
You’re a Caribbean queen.
Do Calypso, Girl!
Pretty little dance machine,
Whirl and whirl and whirl.
Make the ending really big.
Time to AMPLIFY.
This is not the Irish Jig.
Break it down; be fly.
Power move; do things untried.
Pop it, Fancy Pants,
Krump it; Lock it; Suicide!
Baila, Lilah. Dance!
Categories:
hitchhike, art
Form:
Rhyme
Because I do not hope to turn again
Because I do not hope
Because I do not hope to turn
I'm going to leave this heap
By the side of the road
And hitchhike home.
Categories:
hitchhike, car, humorous,
Form:
Light Verse
A man of words he was, and words he was alone
For actions never followed, the words he so condoned
And though spoken with eloquence, grandeur, and ample grace
His words seemed not matter when the matter came to face
He spoke of plans to travel, hitchhike highways and sail the seas
Alas his trips were always delayed, claimed he'd catch the next breeze
He spoke of flying and diving, and how he'd tamed ferocious beasts
But for all his words and phrases, he didn't know west from east
A man of words he was, and words he was alone
His words hold no true value, and as he talks we groan
He claims to have a fortune, but he hasnt spent it yet
For he can't make up his mind, which lavishments to get
He owns houses all over the states, mansions and farms too
But when asked to prove his fortune, he won't show anything to you
His words are just that, spoken sounds, letters and vowels
Spewed forth from somewhere within, his compulsively lying bowels
He was a man of words, but a man of words he is no more
For someone figured out the truth, and dropped him overboard offshore
Categories:
hitchhike, funnywords,
Form:
Light Verse
You'll create your wealth on your own terms
As you take off for Peru
You swear that's an easier way to learn
I guess if anyone knows, it's you
You keep me in awe of your anarchy
And your non-conformist ways
You say ya gotta get out for your sanity
You'll be showin' us all up some day
'Cause ya can't be schooled with a text book
Nah, ya gotta be out in the crowd
Livin' it, smokin' it, drinkin' it in
And I'm sure you're gonna make it somehow
I got every faith in ya, Danny
You don't have to go prove it to me
I'll get off your back - to make room for your pack
'Cause there's a whole lotta world to see
Hittin' the road with "Hippie”
Gonna hitchhike, no need for a car
And you'll scrounge your meals
And make some fast cash
By singin' and playin' guitar
I wish you the best in your travels
You can't wait to set off on your own
But if everything starts to unravel
You'll always have a place in my home
Categories:
hitchhike, adventure, mother son,
Form:
Rhyme
I have a bone to pick with the Wright Brothers who invented the plane.
Those fellers created many problems for me that have become my bane!
To fly the friendly skies nowadays is a pain in the **** provoking me to curse!
The whole procedure exasperates me enough to hurl rocks at a rolling hearse!
First, I must consult my perplexing computer to make a firm reservation,
Then they route me on a dozen different flights to reach my destination!
I must arrive at the airport three hours in advance of my scheduled flight,
To be probed by Fred Feely Fingers of the TSA adding to my plight!
I must pay an exorbitant amount for each of my bags that once flew free,
And if I want a coke, peanuts, pillow or headphones there is another fee!
The seats are so close I must rest my chin upon my knees or sit by an exit door,
But I'll suffer 'twixt two fat ladies, for to sit by the door would cost me more!
It's usually my bad luck to be strapped in near a kicking, screaming kid,
Or little old ladies regaling me about their operations 'til I want to blow my lid!
Next time I travel I'll hitchhike, hop a freight, or ride a Greyhound bus,
To enable me to travel at my leisure, enjoy the scenery and eliminate all the fuss!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
hitchhike, funny, travel, me, me,
Form:
Rhyme