Best Hitchhiker Poems

“Come on, let's get introduced to my play mate in a palm.
Linda, these are Joshua’s true other selfs.” 
Lelia emitting a peculiar chuckle.
A comic situation arose where I changed my voice for each of my "selfs" by way of introduction.
My great powers of concentration helped...

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Heavy buckets of rain..
Falling from the sky
An explosion of heavy downpours..
A cold chilling night ..
feeling the bone chilling cold..

The sound of pouring rain is a safe haven..
When indoors..
Warm and cozy at home..
Homebound for the night..
Feeling a sense of security..
Dreading the moment of departure..
Departing from my...

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Military boots grip the pavement,
hair in a Sarah Connor ponytail
Got her sunglasses on at midnight,
waiting patiently for the right ride
to stop
And swing open an invitation
to rest her road wary bones
From the bend of the elbow,
	to the cut leather gloved hand 
waving a five finger salute
With...

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I wondered why I’d flagged her down –
She looked a mess and acted weird;
She talked about the deaths she’d watched
And roared with laughter as she steered.

I said I didn’t want to know
About the accidents she’d seen;
She told me, ‘Hell, I’m having fun.’
And, ‘Get out then...

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Or the fate that awaits one at journey’s  end. 
Like all distances I suppose.
My destination if you can call it that  is another world altogether." 
A lady who could structure her sentences with the adroitness of a cryptic crossword clue setter.
Tapping me on...

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The whiner without hands is dealing
Struggling to make things thought appealing
At least try to ditch the genuine feeling
That mars your art in grey
Erasing some anonymous name
Clutching at straws while seeking fame
A hypocrite playing an age old game
With a weak suicidal display
Through the blue of today,...

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Was’ trough reddest rose fog,
Within these asphalt vines,
That his brush froze up my knee

An’ as plumage erased,
Was thieved from hearts pace,
And left anchored, within, his see

“Apologies” I said,
“I was counting my rings,”
 A little stumped, ironically

“And these skies turned from wonder,
  Into oceans in...

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Your thumb points to Heaven
From the side of a service station
Near a highway drenched in traffic
Where the last passing car splashed a wave
Across your effortlessly persistent smile,
And somehow you appreciate the shower
With an understanding for the desolate
Who sleep in their dreams and die out
Among atheists...

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Just as well I was driving at a moderate speed.
Having resumed control I spied Lelia sticking her tongue out at those reckless varmints.
She stopped the minute I noticed.
Odd.
“Children …….sometimes you have to act like a kid when dealing with kids."
Straight and to the point from...

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The Hitchhiker

By Elton Camp

Don bought a tool at the hardware store
Then found his car wouldn’t start anymore

A cold front was quickly moving in 
He had an urgent job he must begin

Since it’d be dark in an hour or two
He decided what would be best to...

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It's dark and i'm tired
dazed with flickering lights.
I see a flowing robe
in the middle of the road,
with a thumb out for a ride.
I slow to see - a car pulls over,
my sister who has been gone
picks up the robe and
goes the other way.
With his hands...

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The Hitchhiker

By Elton Camp

The person in a dilemma seems to be
You’d like to provide a ride for free
If on the road you allow him to remain
Might miss a chance an angel to entertain

With bad luck, that could easily be you
You hesitate, trying to decide what...

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(This is a fictional poem but it really is dangerous to pick up hitchhikers or to 
hitchhike.)

My friend picked up a hitchhiker and now my friend is dead.
He picked him up when he should've kept driving instead.
The hitchhiker stabbed him to death and then took...

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This highway's mine, goodbye to Jayne,
so long, farewell, Virginia Plain,
strife was yesterday's heavy load,
life is tomorrow's open road,
it's time to hitchhike once again.

Heading where songs, don't sound the same,
and no-one stops to ask your name,
they'll think I'm another Tom Joad,
this highway's mine.

Generations tried to explain,
through...

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bright blue sky with cotton ball clouds guides my road trip
Armed with tapes of folk songs from the seventies
I am uplifted by the scenery and Mama Cass.

Montana land is greening on all sides, proof of April showers
Songs are bursting out of my heart
I am out-singing...

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