Best Campfire Poems
CAMPFIRE
I thirst to taste your solid wood stare
I see you and no one else
Nestling under the stars
Hungry for each others ears
Chasing every comet across the sky
Fierce when it comes to standing tall
Desires releas screams from the mundane night
Running naked throughout the world
Firewood burning the depth of our soul
Dancing in a path we put mortals to shame
A swarm of gray shade arousing the night
Secret moans before, morning dew hit sunrise
Prowling in circles
Feeling each others instinctive curiosity
Surrender to the ashes of our hide
Passion lost within a dream-catchers web.
A pack of thieves we long to be
Weaving into an echoless growl
No one dares to separate the pack we create
A stare of solid wood I hunger to taste.
Night after night, IN THE MOOD ~always
Campfire And Tall Tails
Friends and sons come walking into the campsite all dress in camo
from their long day’s hunt. Around the crackling campfire, they all gather
and sat to warm their much-needed cold wet bodies. Keeping warm
with a bottle of Jack Daniels or Black Velvet, and a can of Mountain Dew
being passed around.
Adding more wood to the campfire so it would last through the night.
The sons poke sticks into the embers and watching the flame spark, pop,
and dance in their sight, while others roast marshmallows
at the end of their sticks.
The men are fixing their evening meal for all to feast on.
They all gather around the campfire and sit, teasing and telling stories
of their day’s adventure out in the woods, of a long, exhausting hike
around the mountain with a vision of elk with a large crown of horns.
The stories are told big and small, of the one they saw and had in their cross- hairs, but a calf with its mother who walked in front spoiling their shot. Or a bee that stung their hand when they were ready to pull the trigger.
When they‘re all done, they crawl into their sleeping bags so, they can do it all over again the next day, watching the campfire, teasing and telling their stories.
10/29/2014
In wispy circles the smoke ascended
from a campfire that just ended
Embers yet glowing from below
from tales of ghosts and marshmallows
Rising from the fire like a phoenix,
hot cinders morph into crimson darts.
And shadows roam the fringes of light,
extinguishing any fledgling sparks.
Scarlet splashes amidst molten flames,
wherein, cerise and chartreuse cascades.
And all eyes follow the rhythmic flow:
as its hypnotic beauty pervades.
Bursts of laughter and bravado bond
in the scary tales that haunt the night.
And camaraderie can be felt
amongst everyone huddled up tight.
Tranquility's intoxicating:
pacifying your nerves with its peace.
And it feels like genuine magic,
when worries and anxieties cease.
The brotherhood around the campfire,
is ignited by flickering flames.
And fragile friendships are reforged,
free from frustration and power games.
Old Campfire Memories Still Endure
Come sit with me around the crackling fire
every night camp needs its burning glow
Of Nature's forest exploring I never tire
often with my faithful dog Midnight in tow
Fair weather is the prayer always prayed
when granted comforts this old brain
Fire soothes when bad weather is delayed
we campers dearly hate the pouring rain
Rain and wind kill all peace of mind
soft, easy night with fire to thrill
Talk, laughter and joy we always find
fire comforts when the night is still
Overhead sparkles a smooth clear sky
glittering stars dance with our flames
We accept the beauty asking not the why
talk of old friends, honoring their names
Tales of the whale sized fish we caught
hunts where we bagged so much wild game
Such memories can never ever be bought
if they could would never be the same
Come sit with me around the crackling fire
every night camp needs its burning glow
Of Nature's forest exploring I never tire
often with my old faithful dog in tow
Robert J. Lindley , 04-21-2015
The campfire crackled
As old friends tackled
The problems of the day
The problems weren’t solved
But everyone involved
Felt they had melted away
Flames sprout
from beneath
old logs
sending smoke
rising in darkness
Everyone gets seated
around the circle
laughing and sharing stories
More wood
bigger fire
burnt marshmallows
drippy chocolate
no one watching the time
everyone is having fun
around a good old campfire
beneath serene and reflective night skies
gentle feelings silence each tear, each fear,
breathing in smoldering dreams who arise
rustles of stillness, spark a soft prayer.
glowing faintly beneath the moonlit night,
flames enchanting, silencing the sad sighs,
warm odors tempt the eager appetite
along the camp’s edge, before the fire dies.
stars like glitter stand in the softest clouds,
caressing heaven with easy refrains,
love getting away from the noise, the crowds,
where relaxation is all that remains.
scents of the back woods fill the heart and soul
with a tenderness that’ll make the life whole
A crackling sound as something splits off and falls further in.
A popping
A glimmer of yellow
We sit mesmerized, staring not at the fire, but at our friends
who have turned into darkened shadows
The trees have gone gray, and the day is cooler now.
our host has brought plaid blankets down from the house.
The teenagers have eaten their fill of s’mores.
They retire to a TV set somewhere to share stories not for our ears.
We care not.
The ghosts of eagerness urge us to share our most hidden stories.
They begin arriving little by little.
Family stories which have never been told
until this campfire
They continue until the embers turn gray.
Stories we will all remember, due to their newness
and the magical ambience of the night.
Morning Camp
hushed morning sun
dappling through the wood smoke
wake up! smell the toast!
Sundown Camp
embers glowing hot
s'mores branches whittled sharp
oops! marshmallow flame!
11/17/13
camp chairs gathered around
bright flames dancing hypnotize
ash reminder left cold
P.R.Deremer
With a kiss you said goodbye
And I know a kiss shouldn’t lie,
But yet, I see you by the fire
listening a boy playing his lyre.
The wind blows a bamboo’s flute,
You dance their song barefoot
Around a abandoned rustic bow,
Whirling an iron-tipped arrow,
I see why you didn’t want to go,
So return to kiss me a hello,
I will remove my shoes too
And join the hunting dance,
But if I give you a chance
Pierce me with a gold glance.
My best friend had a man so sharp
he knew just how to roll a tarp.
Packed the cars and never blinked.
My sweetie caught my eye and winked!
Soon we all went down the road
to a forest where we could unload.
With trees so tall they kissed the sky
and spicy scents just wafting by.
We pitched our tents and gathered wood
then got the fire blazing good.
Making s'mores and telling stories
of ghosts in all their spooky glories.
Guitars and mouth harps came out too
while we sang every song we knew.
A bottle of wine to warm our souls
shared as the fire turned to coals.
Then off to sleeping bags we went
snuggled warm inside our tent.
Next morning back to the city.
It's over too soon, what a pity!
This camping trip I'll never forget.
The peace I felt not replaced yet.
Dear friends all those years ago
imbedded in my memory so.
written 4/18/2015
A flint-stone when struck,
sparks in varied forms of light,
lit from the same source.