Hiker Poems - Poems about Hiker

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 astounded, to them she was just a baby. She laughed at...

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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 I didn't get jaded; nature didn't get old In the south,...

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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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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 sages. The cost of understanding is beyond measure. Wisdom purchased with human...

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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 sign, scratched his head and wondered if the thin air was somehow...

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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 nature-lover could not ask for more. After setting up camp he...

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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 thinks vindictive This time though it’s nice to know That...

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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 to the mountains beyond, to the curving sky, to the air...

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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 chapters. Palaver and the Hitch Hiker by Els Worth While traveling down...

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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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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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The Hiker Frank Halliwell At last the weekend has arrived And time has come to now enjoy Some relaxation with good friends. Sand and surf are beckoning. A bow of scarlet ribbon holds In place...

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

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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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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 home, roaming the countryside.. like a tumbleweed blowing across the USA... those...

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