Campfire Poems - Poems about Campfire

crackling noises the only sounds of the night I stared into the oranges and yellows a therapeutic campfire that commanded silence my thoughts sacred...

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The dawn broke with a promise of freedom, As we arose, our hearts afire with joy; Oh hoo! The day we'd long anticipated is a mere few hours away, From the confines of the camp, we'd soon break free to stay. Nineteen days of patriotic fervour— we'd recited with zeal, The dedication anthem which our voices rang out, and that which our...

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Rainbow ribbons in her hair Playing in the grass with no care Making mud pies in the dirt Skinny dipping in July no pants no shirt Playing hide and seek football too Finger painting pictures under sky blue Racing the wind playing in the rain Singing favorite songs pretending to have fame Riding in the back of an old pickup truck No seatbelt there...

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The sounds of a campfire Crackling through the forest Embers glow while marshmallows cook Small flames reach out As if they were asking for a rescue The flames do also do something magic They light the black night of the forests They create the flowing smoke They release the flying sparks All combined to create perfection And a world very few get to see © Poem...

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In Florida oak leaves fall in March and as I was cleaning up our backyard I paused a moment to sit… to take a break and relax around our old and empty fire pit. As I sat catching my breath…suddenly in my mind memories started to soar and that fire pit, empty only a moment ago….was not empty any...

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“Wake up, breakfast is on the fire.” Bacon and eggs in a cast iron skillet, the sounds and smell wafting through our tent … “We’re coming”, the crackling of the bacon sizzling got us! ...

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I am now "away from the noise,"   my fruit gum I am chewing.   Sitting here wondering what the boys,   could be doing.   Now all unpacked,   a book I will read.   Need to use bug spray before I am attacked,   Oh no I do not want to bleed.   All "satisfied and alone,"   I thought this trip would be more fun.   The rain has...

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serene and reflective : Line 5 song bird's chirp : Line 13 ( Italian sonnet : octave with rhyme abbaabba followed by six lines with rhyme cdcdcd. ) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- starlit hillside embossed in lush green peaks campfire singes our cold hypnotic night in orange flames, woods crackle to ignite cinders seeping darkness, in sizzling streaks serene and...

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Bright fingers of crimson and gold, reaching skyward, The flames flicker and dance as they illuminate the dark. As we toss on another twig and some old plywood. Now and then embers would escape with a loud spark. Amidst the smoky scent of our cozy campfire. Mouthwatering infusions seem to be airborne. Familiar sensations waft into an aromatic spire. Can it...

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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...

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May we be blessed to acknowledge all the wonders in our life that have, for us, thus far accrued… and to begin each day with a word of thanks… and thoughts of gratitude. Today I’m thankful for campfire clothing… because I shall never tire of putting on a jacket or coat that has absorbed the aroma and the memories of the fire....

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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. I love watching the flames leap into the air…in the...

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Some people don’t hike through the wood, especially on All Hallows Eve. Ghosts of boys and girls of good float at the campfire, if you believe. Elves and pixies dance through the trees, with taunting, mocking, and leering. They swing and sway in the brash breeze, their faces frighteningly jeering. What was that? The crack in the wind unleashes demons and banshees! Their hideous...

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I always hear the sound of guitars strumming harmonica music and cowboys humming when I feel a warm night breeze upon my face Whenever I look at a summer night sky or hear the sound of a coyote's lonesome cry it always takes me back to that peaceful place Where men who did not care where they spit or cussed with...

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They said the cowboy way of living has withered away and is long gone Least that's what I seen in the movies and heard in all them old country songs They tell me bout how them olden days and the way cowboy's life used to be Is now just faded pages in books of folklore and revered history So I headed out to...

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