Hike Poems - Poems about Hike

Of burning sight, we grow the flora, From dancing light of my aurora. A stunted garden, met with showers, Brought to bloom, bouquet of flowers. In casting passion, bright the sky, Of green and blue we share an eye. The way of stars and trees alike, Through boreal we join and hike....

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We took a guided hike through a park last night…a beautiful natural preserve. and in the dark it is amazing…all the things we could observe. As the crickets serenaded us…at an alligator on the bank we got to peek while we heard mudpuppies just under the surface…dancing in the creek. Through narrow sand-covered pathways in the quiet we did...

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The high hills hummed in praise of their Creator, As we recklessly rushed down all the rough rocks, Careful not to tumble down the treacherous Uneven paths that led to the vast valley. Here and there were fruitful farms, corn growing tall. Whilst a cacophony of crows, hens and geese Filled the air contrasting with passeri and larks, Practicing their mellow melodious...

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Whence the time had come, for the winding road to shine, (Orbiting in circles Jumping Hurdles Cyclonic sparkles) Like a diamonté sun, caught in the clearing of vertiginous fog, The brilliant bride adorned in light, her penguin-groom now in sight, (White gown swooshing Silky-soft soothing Ready for swooning) With tippy-top hat. But, she had to share through each smiling stare, The plight of the giant...

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Find Father Farrell and Terrell when over barrel while incredible church is imperil find (call) Father Farrell (Terrell) Parish which we cherish would scream when scalded with steam so it did see when either having been suspectable to sterile or fond of finding a pleasant parishioner who has happened to ferociously find that his friend was feral which we knew would be infuriating while humiliatingly...

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Peril lives in free An injustice made to see Mangled maple tree...

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let’s hike up to the druid arch! i am less than enthusiastic let’s drive to it I suggest grandma! you can’t drive there!\ we do a little encyclopedia research druid arch is one hundred and fifty foot tall impressive in the middle of nowhere it is a cedar mesa sandstone reminder of the Permian period san dune deposited 245 million years ago it is located...

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Daylight wipes its face. I travel through a door unlocking an attic of mind. If I had a best pair of pants I would wear them but I have only the next to best. Small unnamed birds are clambering over a heaped-up sky. I may have to climb a little also, my best boots are old but they have been to the tops and the bottoms and know...

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Do you ever wish you'd never been born? Never again? Do I play a role in your misery? Or, did our paths cross to confirm inevitable suffering? I'm weak and addicted. Mayonnaise brain. Unfiltered rants that indulge self hate. Pushing the limits. I don't want to be what I created. Seem is adjacent. No satisfaction. Coincidence is comfortable in the simile of...

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I love returning to the vale; I feel recharged, hearty, and hale. It lifts my spirits without fail, bringing a joy that’s not for sale. It keeps me lighter on the scale while still eschewing all that kale. Missy concurs out on the trail, takes in the smells, and wags her tail....

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A well-packaged joke Able to ribs poke: The enclosed in cloak So thick y’d think Oak… Bad Dad by Son locked, Because Son was shocked Dad never Mum rocked, Her clean wages docked, Prayers to Christ blocked, Dreams of rescue mocked, Bad guys round her flocked, Monitoring head cocked, Russian guns, two, cocked… Jokes God did not like, Their cracker Mark Mike: Now limp...

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on the palm turmoil fate of the next year as like burning coal no peace in working hand backbone is suffering clasps waiting for the new tragic time sipping the slaver of dearth panic ©Mahtab Bangalee Chattogram 10/08/2022...

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I just asked a Cleve Mike What it might just be like To fall into a dyke While riding a fast bike? A Mike Mc styling, All day gusto rising, His showmanship pricing, His daily cake icing But Mike was all silence, My question robbed of sense Through not planned reticence; I think A Mike's Patience But soon from Mike "A hike!" "Satan's own...

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Six mile hike Twelve hundred feet of climb Viv in a pack Up on my back I’d do it anytime Six mile hike Left a car at the top Hiking through lava Jonesing for java Didn’t see a shop Six mile hike Trek in the painted desert Slogged through sand That wasn’t planned Morning comes, legs gonna hurt Six mile hike Granddaughter, daughter and wife Out in God’s glory Writing our story Gratefully...

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A walk through the meadow seems in order The sun is peaking through some wispy cloud, Coreopsis is in full bloom along the border While verbena and cosmos are standing proud. I make my way through the overgrown path Pushing aside the wild carrot and floss flower, Knowing I’ll have beggar’s lice as an aftermath Causing my nosy neighbor to snicker and...

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