Short Hitchhikers Poems

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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....

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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
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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



Submitted on March 30, 2019 for contest 10 LINES, 5 WORDS: RHYME III sponsored by LU LOO...

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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....

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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....

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"That was a hitchhiker"
    just a line on TV as I passed through
     I started thinking about cuckoo       
                             hitchhikers, parasites
      none the same
    a spiral of thoughts, little hooks that join
           I mean no judgement
     even the parasite plays a crucial role
            so much happens as lines cross
      as we interact
          perhaps rationed, time limited
   barely cognisant sometimes 
              about what just occurred...

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