Hitchhiker Poems - Poems about Hitchhiker

The hitchhiker was already A killer but then he stole A car and drove around picking Up other hitchhikers, whom Was never seen again but One day he picked up an Elderly hitchhiker who had A few tricks up her sleeve She tricked him to pull On the side of the road and Then kills him, she takes off Her fake costume, leaves him On the...

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"That was a hitchhiker" just a line on TV as I passed through I started thinking about cuckoo ...

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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 war in Spain, and Catskill rain, how quickly continents explode, but somehow...

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“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 me do this while driving. "Pleased to meet you, Linda.” Lelia altered...

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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 this hitchhiker. She now resumed the thread of an earlier topic. “Work...

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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 the shoulder at the most obscure angle she extended her...

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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 the professionals! Many discouraged me from taking this trip; I felt an...

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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 safe haven.. Driving in my car.. On a deep dark road... The sound...

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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 a Rambo blade strapped to the thigh of her shredded, faded...

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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 do He walked out to the big highway “I’ll hitchhike home,” he...

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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 if I’m so mean.’ At last I said, ‘I get out...

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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 to do Car slows and you see his hopeful eyes From within,...

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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 thunder, Casting a shadow on thee” Commanded, lips parted, Moist...

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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 fighting in public And I love you. You are a blessing, Blessing the...

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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 his van. When my buddy died, we lost a truly wonderful...

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