Hitchhikers Poems | Examples

Handsome Harry and Hayseed Hank Handle Honey

handsome Harry hastily harnessed hazardous hayseed Hank
heightening his hellish heebie-jeebies.
Hank helped Harry handle hordes of high-spirited hitchhikers
heaping a hodgepodge of hocus pocus on Honey,
Hannibal’s handsomest hog

The Late Douglas Adams

He was very tall, he stood six feet five.
He died too young, he couldn't survive.
He wrote "The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy" and some episodes of "Doctor Who".
Dying at the young age of forty-nine was tragic and that's certainly true.
He died nearly a quarter of a century ago and he won't be coming back.
He was a British man and people were sad when he died of a heart attack. 
When this talented man died, it was a devastating blow.
I wish he could've lived longer but it was his time to go.


[Dedicated to Douglas Adams (1952-2001) who died on May 11, 2001]

THE 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 side of the road and
Speeds off with her hair in the wind

I Love the Night

I love the night,
wandering in wide tranquil countryside,
in the dim light of the pinhead stars,
with their intricate constellations,
a nocturnal symphony that helps give directions
to wayward hitchhikers that roam in off course pathways.

I love the night,
imbibing the perfumes of the ambrosial countryside.
The newly cut hay, the wayside fragrant flowers,
all covered with a fine dew
spreading delicate exquisite odors in country meadows.
 
I love the night.
In the open vistas,
where all daily cares just fade away,
like wispy steam from a far off train.
A soft music can be heard behind thick hedges, 
but be aware, think not of the ugly resonance
that go bump in the night.
 
I love the night.
The winking owls hoot in lament,
grasshoppers sing in close-mouthed consent,
soggy frogs give an occasional harsh croak,
but birds sleep happily on lofty trees.
Isn't it a wonderful place to be?
Thank you, God for providing me the night.

Just Around the Bend

Interstate routes
Endless road
Highway travel the threshold
On and off ramp
Distances being miles
Listening to music while
Once and a while rest stop
Sometimes rain could fall on car top
Highways to anywhere and any major city or town
The map is showing where you are bound
Highways everywhere
There’s always a beware
Hitchhikers all on the road
Keep driving
You don’t know who they are
They could have a criminal history
Not knowing could be your mystery
Highways are often called Turnpike or Freeway
Freedom to explore
Sightseeing with a observe
Embracing a beautiful morning sunrise
The start of energize
A need to travel
Perfect get away
Journey into relaxation
That’s a way to spend a vacation
Just rest
Soak up the effect
The highways are everyone’s friend
From beginning to end.

We Are Out There

Area 51 reruns itself.
Tube-fed alien hitchhikers
hideout in paper suits and 
sweat mercury.
Mothers in desert tan caravans 
bleach breakfast,
call skinny kids in,
mid-century ray guns
glitter in sparking hands.

Comical signs
on shimming roads to nowhere
direct and redirect at will.
New Mexico keeps its spells
While headlines change minds.
Local Maps are 10 dollars further.

We want to stay cool 
with a low maintenance blond
in an adobe dabbed motel
but there are silver balloons out there
they are made of desert dreams.
Tequila stained shotguns
hunt aluminum tracks. 

In government condo’s
workers pack for a ride
to an unnamed airport
No name tags please,
no indications of culpability,
just load your life
point it between two trailing stars
shoot the gawking rumors
wherever they appear to fly from.

Bully

Your words clung to my heartstrings
Hitchhikers on my favorite dress i couldn’t pull off anyway
How could I? I've too many lumps to hide
No one likes me after all, so try and speak in poems
Oh wait, that’s bad too, at least that’s what you made me believe
You lift me to let go, so why try standing
I’d hit the ground running.

Good Times

In the peace love seventies
Preached to forgive our enemies
Growing up our freedom breezy
The lovin’ was made easy
Woodstock hippies in bell bottoms
Singing ballads on through autumns
Hitchhikers up thumbing muscle cars
Guitar strumming sweet mellow bars
Long hair beads under stars
Campfires looking up at Mars



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Vogon Love

sniggle snarp to the i flee
frumple fram to me and ye

hearts a croom and eyes a breen
word from mouthy to me queen

Mornings

Mornings
My five-year-old son
Wheaties on his cheeks
Draws yellow flowers on my paycheck stubs.
When a grey cloud blocks the sun
He shakes his spoon at it, threatening extinction
And casts a fierce accusation my way.
Through holes of dreams
I maneuver escapes in the old Ford
Pick up hitchhikers who wear glasses.
Then summer takes a wet turn.
Dandelions, top-heavy, stagger
In the grass that needs cutting.

Pitch Rich

A glimmering hitch
A hitchhikers ditch
Ditched to know rich
And rich for a itch
The itch before a twitch
A twitch before the pitch
The pitch lining up the stitch
While we stitch ourselves into a niche.

Luggage Check

Clouded glass prevented
The driver from reaching her
Destination. Sunken eyelids,
Furrowed forehead, 
Contributed to the already
Wearied woman's unseemly appearance.
Yet she dreaded that most of all.
Then as fast as a fish flitting
Out of the water and in,
She realized how wrong they'd
Been all along. These freeloading
Hitchhikers were simply baggage
In her already jam-packed car.
Furthermore, they
Didn't deserve to see that side
Of her, or any, for that matter.

The Bedbugs Come To Call

The Bedbugs Come To Call 
  
By Elton Camp

All my life I’ve heard of this pest
In filthy houses they come to nest

Bed bugs you will never detect
Where people have self-respect

But now we find that is not true
Several things we may come to rue

First of all, we never can tell
Who was before us in the hotel

We must take the greatest care
Bed bugs can be most anywhere

On spreads or sheets they like to hide
On upholstered chairs they’ve been spied

Maid brings them on the housekeeping cart
Or aboard the luggage carrier they may dart

So when we leave the Marriott
Sneaky hitchhikers we’ve got

In the dressing room of the clothing store
Must never lay our garments on the floor

Use the hook on the wall
Coat, clothes, purse and all

In doctor’s waiting room never dare
Sit on cloth cushioned couch or chair

If we buy from any yard sale
Wash the garment without fail

Use water hot as can be
To help stay bed bug free

Don’t think it can’t happen to you
It may, despite all you try to do 

But even if the pests we acquire
They cause no real illness dire

So try to have a restful night
Just don’t let the bed bugs bite

The Hitchhiker

(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 man.

I felt a little better when that animal was caught and put in jail.
It is dangerous to pick up hitchhikers and to hitchhike as well.
When you see a hitchhiker, don't give him or her a ride.
I don't want to see a newspaper article that says you have died.

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