Best Camel Poems
Why drowning when there's
the ability to swim in me?
Why sleeping in the cold woods
with a match box in my Jacket
and an Axe below my head?
Why the self condemnation
when I'm a billion miles ahead of a billion?
What exactly do I see in my inner mirror?
Is Life embracing or pointing a finger at me?
I see a pretty one of huge significance
with effective duties like an Angel.
But also, I see the ugly one
dust to sand, stone to rock
that's just its living sequel.
I view a perspective
rough but sweet; challenging but interesting
which is exactly my gospel.
But then, I see them as temptations
and tests with no ability to repel.
I notice when walking through red coals
I never let my tears be my Life's panel
but the submission of my adaptation becomes so parallel.
I'm mind blowing and noticeable
like a newly-sewed apparel.
But day and night, I posses a tag with
just one label.
No matter the task to stay beautiful
nothing stops that quest to excel
but I see a limitation to
just a specific ordered function
like the ringing bell.
I'm staying elegant and attractive
making all long to be part of my counsel
but my usefulness, worth and confidence
no self awareness to propel.
Beginning as crude
coming out as a refined Jewel
but still, reality seems so cruel.
What exactly is my mirror saying?
Is my Life that of a Damsel or a Camel?
This, I just cannot tell!
To a two humped camel
She must seem really odd
For her humps are both displaced
on the front of her strange bod
They must throw her off balance
as she walks on just two feet
They're sure to get in the way
Whenever she try's to eat
It also seems distracting
As she goes about her day
They're bouncing bouncing bouncing
In a most peculiar way
Why are those fellows drooling
As they watch her walking by
I'm sure the two humped camel
He must be wondering why
I’m taking my camel to town,
do you got a problem with that?
I’m gonna get him some fresh water
and clean provender
What cha say,
they don’t sell to his kind?!
He’s the finest mottled brown,
this side of the Sahara desert sand
This camel got the blackest spots
mixed in
Proof that the sun
calls him his friend
While I’m in town,
I’m gonna buy my beautiful animal
a white straw hat
Do you have a problem with that?
Where'd you go?
oh where did you go
my precious camel toe?
played me like a fiddle
with your bubbly middle
you're such a skanky hoe
but I love you so
camel toe
camel toe
we had magic
we had fire
purple sweatpants my desire
come back camel toe
victory! camel toe
you're the villain
you're the winner
with your puffy
wedgied center
camel toe
camel toe
you're my sassy hoe
you're my Christmas snow
gone like cold wind blows
with your return
my member grows
I miss my camel toe
baby
where'd you go?
sweaty sweetie
camel toe
I'm just a bedouin:
I live in a tent -
Cozy an' fair
Its fabric woven
From rough goat-hair-
A shady cover
In the summer
A rain-proof shelter
In the winter
My possessions:
A single garment - a loose black robe
I call a thobe
A pair of worn out sandals
A coffee kit
And other little things
I put in a sack
That may not fit
With countrysiders' appetites
Or urbanites'
My homeland:
All this infinite expanse
Of deep beige sands
My sole companion:
A faithful camel
Who carries me
And all my stuff
Together we cross the endless desert
And when I sing
Some cameleer song
He gets so light
Out of delight
And makes as if to fly
Towards the sky
There was an old camel from Bahrain
who sought adventures far off in Spain.
He made plans to sightsee
and ordered cups of tea
then danced the flamenco on the plane.
Wish I Was A Camel
( Children's song words and music by Joan Donnelly Ellis)
Oh I wish I was one of the camels who carried the wise men
To our Savior Jesus born in Beth-le-hem
You know I betcha the camel was a very spesis amnal
The one and only camels known to man and mamal
To carry across the desert sands the Three Wise Men
Oh I wish I was the camel who followed the star
To the manger in Bethlehem with the wise men from afar
How cool to be carrying frankincense, myrrh and gold
To give to Baby Jesus, the Good Shepherd from God's fold
Paul's camel Tahli loved Dr. Oetker
Mugged for the camera of Baker
And went out for a date
With Oetker's daughter Kate
He was out of date as a love maker
The camel can retain much fluid
But this I bet you knew
If you were to join him for a drink
Would he ask one hump or two
Published: Edge of Humanity Magazine
July 2026
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So the tree stood in the centre of the desert
mangled by winds of change and truth of joy
chains of dust and torrents of rare rain
Burnt black and senseless by an
unrelenting Sun of nightmare beauty
orange was the sand of scorpions
orange was the mirage of miracles
orange was her veil of innocence
As the tree stank of heavenly myrrh
itched to pour its oil over orange
nippled breasts and buttocks
stroke curves and carves
of luminous beauty with its
ancient branches of stony bark
as beetles made holy love in its
crevices of dark deep velvet depth
And the mangled magic of the myrrh
stood short and stumped and watched
the breath of a timeless desert
slow movements of noble camels
with long thick lashes speaking of
magnificent slowness in the lick of lick
a lip in a lip
Tree of a thousand loves
sprinklings in sparkles spaced
over a tent of chiffon on sand
slithering with patterned serpents
and eyes of dark magic, of long
limbs all in One
twine and twine and grow together
as all become One
with myrrh and magic
heavy beads of sweat and
amber laugh and scream
Moments of a tree of ugly love
as ugly melts into vacant beauty
irresistible wordless wrinkles ageless
Deep furrows of sweet scent
sent desert creatures weeping
to smiling stars as a tree of life
stood stock still to imbibe
eternal myrrh itself
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I lost my camel and now I am on foot
Why couldn't I just stay where I was put
I lost my ride now I might die
Why was it all because I told a lie
I really don't know why I have walked so long I think I see a pie
Help me someone this is what I need I think I just need some more weed
Well if this is a dream I see then don't wake me until I get a drink
I think what I need indeed is still out there let us wonder among the sand and the sun
Until someone calls for us to come into the shade and celabrate maybe have a prade
Tricia Bernard
9/15/14
He looked so lethargic sitting there in the parking lot of the oldest city in the world. I was perplexed as to why they harnessed him and tortured him in the cruel hot sun. I am no veterinarian of desert animals, but I knew something wasn't right. My friend didn't want me to ride the camel. Neither did I!
They were persistent, unwavering; they just wanted to see me smile. Before I headed up to the Mount of Temptation to pray I got a horseback ride from this camel. Oh his poor rickety legs and arthritic spine. If you were able to read his eyes you would have seen that I am a tad bit overweight. That poor camel!
I begged the men to give Sammy some ice cream when we were done for all the abuse they put him through. Sammy's smile was hideous and in between his teeth it looked like glue. My heart was crushed, but what was I to do? About 15 minutes later the irritated camel tried to bite a young girl dressed in blue. She jumped about 5 feet to escape her demise. He wanted to call it a day. The handlers just wanted to earn their keep.
I used to feel sorry for all the stray emaciated cats here in Israel. They prance around the city meowing all through the night. Poor cats!...Now I have made room in my heart for the camels too!
gwendolen rix
8-8-15
....My *itch ?
Now, whether you believe
It or not ? Your ass is mine how ironic
Peter piper this ancient viper: playing it's hand
Spinning numbers in a foreign land ? Iconic super phonic
Hypnotized mesmerized robotic time on a mission from prince pillar
Their cyber space thriller blowing out these candles is everybody, here ?
Rent the tent her species his flee shes kong's balls inside love's stall a donkey.
Beyond a sandstorm’s gritty veil,
A solitary Bedouin,
Like a ghost in a sea of dunes,
Rides slowly along in the dusk.
The singing of rababah strings
Mimic the cooling evening winds;
Tambourines and flutes sound sadly
From the oasis where he’s bound.
His caravans once wound their ways
From the Atlas to the Tigris,
Trudging across the somber sands
Of a boundless and barren realm.
O Bedouin, where are thy tracks?
No hooves clatter in the wadis;
No trail of rotting camel dung.
O Bedouin, where are thy ways?
O Bedouin does your dirah
Yet teem with goat and camel flocks,
Since you have settled in the towns,
Which you once heaped with scorn and mocked?
O noble herdsman once so proud,
Tightly wrapped up in culture’s shroud,
Are you bottled up like the Djinn;
Forced to serve those who hemmed you in?
The rosy mirage of freedom
Is like a scarlet evening light
That paints the clouds with fiery hopes
Which fade in thralldom to the night.
Unopposed Camel Toes ( Mono tetra) (Adult)
While watching you promoting clothes
That do away with camel toes
I had misgivings, I suppose
and these are those, and these are those.
It's not so now, but used to be
teen boys would learn anatomy
by watching surreptitiously
hints they would see, hints they would see.
Now girls at ten wear red lipstick
with black mascara brushed on thick
as though they want to turn a trick.
I think that's sick. I think that's sick.
But women out of puberty
who choose to dress outrageously
can make that choice it seems to me.
They should be free, they should be free.
When girls wear tramp stamps on their backs
and see-through clothes are sold at Sak's
and plastic surgeons augment racks
You should relax. Phoenix, relax.
When guys shoved socks into their pants
their meager manhood to enhance
they hoped to heck they'd draw a glance.
they took a chance, they took a chance.
For those of us who only watch
I don't like ideas that would botch
a camel toe define a crotch.
A lovely notch. A lovely notch.
When street-walkers show camel toes
it's advertising 'cus they're "hos"
and one's defined slit clearly shows
just where it goes, just where it goes.