Short Trekking Poems

Trekking under the 
Sun, toiling for my money
She awaits to spend....

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a city woman
trekking through western mountains –
a tiny green rock

© February 13, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

(AKA:  2-13-2012 Prompt_ Mountain2 NaHaiWriMo )...

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birds tweeting,
wind whistling,
mud trekking,

I've forgotten what,
it means to be free,

one lane roads,
windows rolled down,
music unbearably loud,

I've forgotten how,
i missed this....

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My bag is almost full with what I can call
a house;
I'm not prepping-
greener pastures my soul seeks....



Name: Teddy Kimathi

Contest: SOMETHING WITH GREAT IMPACT!

Date: 17/12/2015

Words used:20...

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Joyous…

My walk* with God

Treading along grace-paths

Trekking upward service-mount

Bliss-filled!

*Colossians 2:6 As ye have therefore received Christ Jesus the Lord, so walk ye in him

April 26, 2019...

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Centipede so tiny crawls
trekking on a fence
hundred legs, he never falls
I watch in suspense…

My two feet are bad, you see,
pain comes when I walk.
Should I be a centipede,
you would hear me squawk!


*Entry for Andrea’s 7/5 Trochee contest...

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The railroad cars rumble 
they tremble, pushing forth
tracks of steel guide the way
tons of heavy cargo
tired passengers gaze out
trees whisk past their windows 
trekking towards the sun. 











A Pleiades Poem
9/30/2022...

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Summer
balmy, sunlit
boating, trekking, picnicking
holiday, enjoyment, chill, blizzard
skiing, sledding, snowshoeing
frosty, gloomy
winter. 

May 1, 2021
Contest : Spring Or Summar Diamante Poem
Sponsor : Caren Krutsinger...

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Functional faith-trekking midst divine light
propels compassionate reaching-out flight.

*Ephesians 3:17 That Christ may dwell in your hearts by faith; that ye, being rooted and grounded in love… 

October 9, 2021...

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The tiny weeny bug trekking upon my screen,
For the light he is keen
Not bothered by a random commercial
Continues on in a circle.
Many people are like you little bug
Think it’s natural to do
Around and round and round
If only we knew-
Would we do the things we do?...

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CAME THE TINSEL

                 came the tinsel from the pine
             following the same path
        laid out by my grandson
round and round
    loopty-loop
      up and down
carelessly fun —
how’d he know
   i’d wear a smile
trekking his wonderland

13/27/2019...

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Trekking woods, you may spot,
The tigers of cat class,
Terrorizing to view.
Tawny is their color,
Tinted with glossy stripes.
They are carnivorous
Tyrannize small creatures


Placed Second
March.17. 2022
In Search of Prey Poetry Contest
Sponsor – Joseph May...

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Rocking on the cool porch, listening to bird's random songs
Bicycle club trekking up a steep hill, some exhillarated
Some walking, cheering offered; hero ninety four year old!!

* note:  I got to see a large group of bicylers going up our road today, around 1000.
They had rode 35 miles, I was impressed!!...

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Life, And Trekking Across Wild Wilderness

As epic pain ebbs then subsides

Nature's steals the mountainous scene
With beauty's encompassing slides

Home, farm life, peacock yardbird preens.

Robert J. Lindley, Goethe-Stanza
7-27-2023

Note:  Goethe Stanza- New poetry form, that I recently discovered....

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I scorch a path
down a new trail
with visions and
essences yet experienced.

I wish you were
with me somehow,
trekking across the
familiar unknown.

Yet, we blazed a
new star within
the cosmos, rich in
luster in love

even as I flee to
new distances, my
troubadour heart shall
long in perpetuity....

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As the Sun sets at dusk,
The women folks trekking 
   briskly home,
 dinner on their minds.
Turning and churning the
  firewood;
Smoke billowing from the
  fireplace,
Rising and ascending to the 
  Skies;
Obliterating the blue sky with the
  plumage of smoke.
It is the evening sacrifice of wood,
  dinner is being served....

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In dreamscapes vast, my spirit glides,
Through starlit realms, where mystery hides.
Adventures unfurl, above silver streams,
Where dragons soar, in moonlit beams.

A waltz with time, beneath a velvet sky,
Miracles unravel, as I close my eyes.
Trekking through realms, where the impossible's not what it seems,
Bound by imagination’s limitless themes....

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A dark veil
O'er eyes and ears
Have set phrases to stun.
Standards for me
Omnipotence for thee, 
Tripping over
grayed limping liberty,
Crumbling to a blurry pause.
Trekking through a
Field of freedoms trampled, 
Foraged souls 
Appear and wilt 
In the fiery smartphone snapped chat.

Hypnotized by systemic doping,
we await elusive belly tickles:
To resurrect us from our 
collective nod....

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I go to sleep at night
Shutting my eyes, real tight
Saying my prayers
Before I drift to sleep

Hear thy whispered melodies
As we floating out to sea
Or maybe trekking a desert
Or two

Be with the stars up above
Hear the singing moon with love
As you floating on a cloud
Back to home

Waking up in the morning
With a smile on your face
Let the world see your grace
On dreamless night of morning...

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Do not remove the hyphens.
The stars were trekking 
on foot.

All that was a mirage.
A hot rood was leading 
to a watershed.   

The wholeness splatters 
on the bank. The water,
takes all the dots and dashes.

The black tree was stark 
naked. No leaves, no fruits. 
Only the singed wood.    

You cannot make the 
matchsticks. You will have 
to rub your hands to start the fire. 


Satish Verma...

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Grandmother By Saiful Haq:
Skinny Skin Bloomed with Wrinkles,
Overshadowing her dimples,
Staring with Aghast Eyes,
Expressing herself in a fatuous Noise.

Credulous to lavish promises,
Melodramatic to laziness,
Pertinacious in her religious beliefs ,
Punctiliously attending her colleagues.

Torpidly trekking with a wooden stick,
Very Prone to being sick,
Showering her blessings diligently,
Is the patriotic head of Our family....

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My thought-to-be existence
has caused lots of explorations
around the world; from Americas
to Africa; from Africa to Asia........trekking,
sailing, and flying to where "celestial" maps
and oral traditional stories take them to.

Today, people are still searching for me
in science and magic, sometimes the seekers
becoming insane.

It is believed that whoever takes a sip of me,
becomes immortal like gods!

What Am I?...

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I step up 
the open door awaits
sights appear in front 
canvassed blue is what I see..

Into it .. I jump..

and drop 
spearing
spiraling 
careering
head first 
into the unknown
trekking down 
at blistering speeds

Where I wake up..

and spread my arms, 
birthing wings
with sturdy legs 

as my quest begins

and I am full of wonder..
for the moment comes,
the clock ticks,
and like a bird,
I begin to fly....

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My phone a private gadget
Sweetheart-
My dress a private garment
Sweetheart-
My weave a private attire
Sweetheart-
My Sop a private program

My roam private trekking
Dear-
My wallet a poach in heart
Lover-
My calls meetings in camera
Baby-
My texts unpublished docs

My utmost toast -
All of this belongs to you
Except what I've said not
This wrist dear you for
This private your public lot
Sweetheart-
I love you  a lot...

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Toddler wanders
With unsteadiness,
Then darts and dashes
Tripping over less.
Skipping and hopping
Jumping on one foot,
Strutting,  parading
All to whom will look.
Pacing to and fro
Trekking on a hike
Going far in distance
Jogging-motion-fight
Sprinting, rushing race
Running for ones life,
Sore muscles shuffles
Hobbles awkward strife.
Here I've stopped and still
Body kinda beat though
Interesting yes to
Wonder walking feet....

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