Best Campfires Poems

A dark shadow passes over the land 
I wonder if I'll ever see the sun shine agian 
A haunting wind moves through the trees 
With a cry for a fallen Cherokee 
From the heaven's angels weep and their tears fall upon this land 
Others call...

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Campfires
hypnotic light,
through eons of desire,
lift up hearts on darkening nights
in flight....

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""Ricky Don't Lose-That Number, circumstantial-possibly."

""Cause and-effect; all-them-offered written around the rules of the Bible... all-of it
now-ruling.

Yes written around-walked on trampled upon tamped-down-deep in-within melded into the
colors-of the-fabric. Stationing-us there always-leaving-us chained to the ground. It's
all-Semantics; Roderick seeing the shape we're-in-today yes-what we're all reaping-now;
all-of it...

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If it-were to-them this principal offered His-grace, children would still feel I know- a
thought-quite kinder-to the idea of rolling around in there heads their own inalienable
rights all being created equal, peace abiding first time in a real long time... for-everyone.

"Conflicts being... ?"

Friend the lobbyist seek...

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So sing the songs of campfires
And sing them without fail—
Sing them now among the pyres
And sing them on the trail.

Tell of things that used to be,
Tell of those gone before—
Make them stop now and just see,
Our heritage and lore.

And let them not forget us
Or all...

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The campfire radiated warmth 
in the chilled night
As excitement of the flames 
danced across dark tree trunks
Wisps of silver grey smoke 
moved in rhythm matching 
every curve and dip
Mesmerizing glowing orange embers
ascend on nature's breath
whispering kisses making the 
gentle breeze looked flushed
All leaving one feeling...

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Campfires
I have been around them
Burned sausages
Smoke in my eyes
My heart has been hot
My back has been cold
Friends; lost and found
A vacancy sign; removed from my armpit
I have looked into the flames
I have put them out

I tought about that today
We sat in a circle, 2 meter...

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Campfires and Thunderstorms

Campfires and thunderstorms:
Heads poke out from under cover,
To see clouds bursting,
That swell the river.

Ears prick to hear tree snapping sounds,
As lightning cracks and thunder booms.
Torrential rains pour down to soak the ground;
The firewood gets wet, and the tent gets water logged.

Dismal and miserable,...

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I love this time of year…when the cooler weather sneaks back in…
when the leaves begin to change…and fall
It’s campfire time again.

I’ve always loved a campfire…watching the colors mix and mingle within the flames…how, just like the moments in my life…no two campfires are the same.

Perhaps...

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Today I’m thankful for campfires and how we love them so
Each campfire reminding us of a time…when time itself moves slow

A time when the world stands still
and we were as we were created to be…
young and pure…
unbothered…
innocent and free 
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May we all take time today
and for a moment
a little while 
sit back, 
relax… 
and remember with a smile…
all the tastes,
the smells, 
the sights 
the sounds
all the memories we’ve acquired…
While sitting with our family and friends 
around the flames of a campfire.
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We love to light campfires in the mountains…especially in the Fall
In the cool of the evening…our fires are warm…and cozy…
they are intimate…and small.

A campfire has the power to mesmerize…to relax us for a while…
as we sit and watch it’s colors change…we close our eyes…and smile....

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Angels of Night Lights
David J Walker

If they carried messages of hope
I could understand 
But my father simply watches 
As my brothers sit at distant 
Campfires warming their transparent souls
All at the expense of my 
restless dreams 
No one ever speaking although I can
Hear them singing...

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Out where the cottonwoods lean on the breeze,
and rivers carve songs through the sage,
a lone rider hums to the hush of the trees,
an echo of some other age.

His boots wear the dust of a thousand trails,
his hat wears the weight of the sun,
but his heart...

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