"hitchers" poems - Hello Poetry

Interminably, he stands at the road side Whether the weather is kindly or not (Somehow it's never either one). Stands there And makes an ingratiating little nod To the clouds. The sky bears down with its slipped Edges— Singular walls of the unspoken Truth: The world ends at the last of vision. Those cars that pass us reach the brink of this small Hemisphere, quiver on the edge of The black and turn sharply. The bell of the sky Doesn’t ring like it used to anymore— It’s just too **** big. And we are much too small. In our opinion: all those hitchers wear Their hearts on their sleeves If they think they can get anywhere.

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Apr 26, 2010

Apr 26, 2010 at 11:31 AM UTC

cody-edwards

Rashōmon Step

Interminably, he stands at the road side Whether the weather is kindly or not (Somehow it's never either one). Stands there And makes an ingratiating little nod To the clouds. The sky bears down with its slipped Edges— Singular walls of the unspoken Truth: The world ends at the last of vision. Those cars that pass us reach the brink of this small Hemisphere, quiver on the edge of The black and turn sharply. The bell of the sky Doesn’t ring like it used to anymore— It’s just too **** big. And we are much too small. In our opinion: all those hitchers wear Their hearts on their sleeves If they think they can get anywhere.

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*Lost trains, cold souls, Corona of love, And hitchers unknown, Distorted walls, Selfless strife, Regrets in a whorl-hole, Pain reflects off life, Like shadows against the walls, Fear blankets an eternity of misery, Emotions and tensions running high, My future painted as if a canvas, Loneliness for ever more, On the cusp of lay down and die, What of this life? But a plaything, For my demons to carry on, To be trapped with in my self pity cries, Lost life, lonely souls, Corona of defense, And hitchers well known.*

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Feb 7, 2013

Feb 7, 2013 at 9:47 AM UTC

katherine-jones

Hitchers

*Lost trains, cold souls, Corona of love, And hitchers unknown, Distorted walls, Selfless strife, Regrets in a whorl-hole, Pain reflects off life, Like shadows against the walls, Fear blankets an eternity of misery, Emotions and tensions running high, My future painted as if a canvas, Loneliness for ever more, On the cusp of lay down and die, What of this life? But a plaything, For my demons to carry on, To be trapped with in my self pity cries, Lost life, lonely souls, Corona of defense, And hitchers well known.*

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Always say, hitchers be wary... Rain drives eve, dark assassin Pitied her, my new companion Soaking wet in dress pale blue Dropped her in Archer Avenue Her shadow gone, in car though Inside phosphorescently aglow While clouds tumbled, chill scary Had I driven Resurrection Mary?

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Oct 9, 2015

Oct 9, 2015 at 1:02 AM UTC

andrew-taylor

Pale hitcher

Always say, hitchers be wary... Rain drives eve, dark assassin Pitied her, my new companion Soaking wet in dress pale blue Dropped her in Archer Avenue Her shadow gone, in car though Inside phosphorescently aglow While clouds tumbled, chill scary Had I driven Resurrection Mary?

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