Ice Chest Poems | Examples


Premium Member The Cooler

ice can be sculpted 
into an ax, a ring; shatter;
soap, a thumb pop;
used to keep water
and soda pop
chill and give the kids a reason
for sitting still.

ice can slide over the neck,
legs, arms - deliciously melt;
can make a kid laugh,
under his shirt.

Send the kid to the cooler
when the sun is concentrated,
glaring at us as if dusk
won’t come soon enough.

The ice chest, filled more precious 
than gold, with more than one
cylindrical can. The opening
of the fireworks, celebrated
with the hiss of a coke.

ice ends up
in the sink,
signifies the fun
is over
and yet the cooler, the later
it gets, the hungrier
are the guests -
turned down food trucks
thus
we, I, forgot to feed them
and now they eat
corn dogs after midnight.

7/1/2023

Little Peace and Sleep

12/21/22

You sow what you reap
On either side of the creek
Every single week
Another cheat
Taking from the poor or elite
Reality isn't always sweet
I had to punch them in the mouth, knocked out a few teeth
Over every little thing people often squeak
A world full of sheep
I hope you can swim because it gets deep
Can't find any peace
I struggle to sleep
Yet I'm so f***ed up it's beyond belief
How ironic that there is little to any relief
The area wasn't sealed well so water started to seep
Continuing to leak
Like secrets that people rarely keep
You can leave a message after the beep
The path I take is steep
I've had to make a leap
Differentiate myself from all the fakes and creeps

No need for an ice chest
All kinds of stress
For time I'm pressed
It's been quite the trek
So much I digest
Little to get off my chest
Oh well, if I'm the one to die next

Quickly they express concern
When it takes an unexpected turn
The bridge I let it burn

With hogs
Always at odds
Too many snobs
The same can be said for all these facades
They're so quick to talk about gods
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Out of School

Out of school~it is summertime,                                                                  we can swim~run and climb.                                                                          Cook outs are the very best,                                                                        love the cold watermelon in the ice chest. 

 

Date Written:6/24/2022
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Martha's Vineyard Vacation

Up with the children at seven
For blueberry pancakes and ham.
Flapjacks enough for eleven -
How many will fit in the pan?

Lay out some slices of bread.
Spread with egg salad maybe,
Some tuna and celery for Fred,
And a  “p,b and j” for the baby!

Fetch from the line all the towels
And swimsuits hanging to dry.
Ignore the grumbles and scowls
About sunscreen you have to apply.

Stack the pop in the ice chest.
With sandwiches, yogurt and fruit.
Pack napkins, chips and the rest
In the picnic basket to suit.

Pile out, and head for the seashore
With picnic, umbrella and chairs!
No room for anything more -
But then, nobody really cares!

Oh, joy! What a day at the beach!
We swim, jump the waves, and tan,
Drink our soda, eat a peach,
Its edges trimmed with sand!

Alack! Alas! It’s time to go!
Our homeward way we wend,
Not sad because we know
Tomorrow we’ll do it again!
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Ready

Ready

A camera, the battery, charger and film…(what is that?)
A flashlight, lighter, matches and something to burn. 
A bag, a flag, a blanket, and comfort to sleep.
A favorite pillow, and bear, “yes you can bring him”. 

The telephone the charger, maybe I should leave them?
What a novel idea…I think I will write one, a novel that is.

Camp chairs, the ice-chest, the stove and the lamp, 
a table, the cards, two decks, that’s our camp. 

Water in bottles, soap and dish pans. 
The whole house made small, to answer the call.
Paper(toilet) and paper and pen and pins…
What should I leave, where to begin?

Earthquake, tsunami, the in-laws are here!
Be steady, be ready, show… no fear.
Fishing poles, fishing lines, and worms for bate, 
I think they already know their ultimate fate.

Where are you going, where have we been? 
This is the final list that I wish to mend. 
Forget nothing, put everything in, 
the giraffe, the barn cat and the cow.
You may not need them “when or then”, 
but you might need them now?
Form: Narrative


Premium Member Cold One

Silence sits between us on this sofa
Even after I apologized
'Thought I might.... be in for some lovin'
But lately...I just haven't seen no signs

Chorus:

Tonight..I'm sitting here with a Cold One!
'Tryna start a fire in a heart that's frozen
She won't come around,
I've got a case of love iced down
Tonight..I'm sitting here.... with a Cold One!

I watch her baby blue eyes turn to steel
Yeah I'd be in the dirt, If thoughts could kill
And now, she's got her head down in a book
After givin' me another laser look

Repeat chorus

I know things like this can take some time
I've gotta drift, It's gonna take all night
'Think I'll catch some football on TV
And Pull my old ice chest up close to me

Tonight..I'm sitting here with a Cold One!
'Tryna start a fire in a heart that's frozen
She won't come around,
I've got a case of love iced down
Tonight..I'm sitting here.... with a cold one!

Tag:
Brrrrr.....Tonight I'm sitting here.... with a cold one!



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Form: Lyric

Animals and Iron

Cattle guard rattled teeth
Dummy locked gates swung open
Loose gravel wound roads
Descending into deep rutted
Belly washing mud paths
Bouncing and shaking
Halting and laughing

Long bending meadow grass
Old log barn with perfume of cedar
Cool trance of spring fed creek
Hydro electric
Walls of mesh screen
Echoing indulgence of ancient sounds
Breath sincerely, (Smile)

1 light bulb strung from tree to house
wood gathering, tents popping
Sunset peers and slips
through the wooded mountain
A quick meadow retreat while she dances
Color, throwing schemes
warmth

Darkness falling
Fire in full attention with
Musical backdrop and occasional truck engine
Ghost story fueled midnight hikes
Flashlights, mini 14's
Imaginary bobcats, shifty ridgeline
Bullets rattling, hearts pounding

Safety of a campfire chair
Ice chest next to the side........ sleepless
The dawn breaks victorious
Celebratory Yoo-Hoo's
Cast iron skillet in a glow of embers
Crispy potatoes & onions
Many things should begin and end with bacon

A Summertime Poem

IN THE SUMMER IT WOULD BE NICE 
TO BE IN A COOL MILD JACUZZI.
WITH A NICE SLUSHY MOSCOTO.
OR BE IN THE SHADE AT THE 
PARK,HAVING A NICE 
PICNIC,DRINKING SODA PLAYING 
VOLLEYBALL.
OR AT THE BEACH WITH CHAIR`S 
AND UMBRELLAS,AND A ICE CHEST 
WITH,DRANK,DRANK,DRANK,AND 
DRINK,DRINK,WAITING FOR THE 
SUN TO SET.
THIS IS MY IDEA OF A SUMMER DAY.
A SUMMERTIME POEM.
Form: ABC

Premium Member Dennys Death Breakfast

Swimming pools
And motel inns
A holiday with no end
Pull up the car
Empty the trunk
Leave the ice chest by the pool
Pop tops and a future on ice
Kids in bathing suits 
And Dad’s on guard
Mom’s sit and watch the kids
Dad’s talking *****about things they did
Till they pass out and the Mom’s take charge
Then it’s hang up the wet suits
And off to bed.
Sure hope Dad doesn’t snore to loud
Sunlight creeps between the blinds
And Dad is up searching for breakfast
So it’s down to the Denny’s and eggs for all
Another season another fall.

Fishing Is Like Golf

Grab the cart
Grab the beer
Fill the ice chest
When the beer's gone
The Game's Over!

Headed - West !

In My Dodge Intrepid, Headed West
Got the Radio on… hearing Requests
Sunshine on the Road
… passing by Wide – Loads

… I Feel Blest
I’m Headed West

Got a Full Tank of Gas and an Ice-Chest
Money in my Purse… and Plenty of Rest
I’m Driving on the Highway
Finally found that Freeway

… I Feel Blest
I’m Headed West

Sunshine came up this Morning
East… was up and already Farming
I saw the Bright North-Star
And the Prize of the Civil-War

… I Feel Blest
I’m Headed West

I’m going … Where I’ve Never Been Before
I hope… I won’t get Lost, ‘til I Find Your Door
Feel like a Mail-Order Bride
… Racing to Your Side….

… I Feel Blest
I’m Headed West

In my Dodge Intrepid, Two Blocks West
Got the Radio on, Hearing Requests
… ‘ A Song, Dedicated to Me’…
… from  My   B a b y ! ….

… I Feel Blest
I Made It West …

Let's Go

Anyone for a picnic
Grab some food, let's go
There's no sense in sitting around
We're not getting any younger ya know

Load the trucks
Fill up will fuel
Grab a jack
We always need that tool

Ice chest full of drinks
Music is in the air
Do we know where we are going
Does anyone even care

Camera with good batteries
Tow rope in hand
Sunsceen for the tender skin
Lawn chairs for when we land

A flashlight as always
Blankets just in case
Making it back before sunset
Is always a losing race

A day to do nothing
But have a good time
Family and love all around you
Is worth leaving the chores behind
Form: Rhyme

Flip Flops

Flip flops slip off slowly 
My barefoot touches the warm sand
Cold waves crash against my body
I feel the hot sun on my legs
Smell of salt water is in the air
The ocean breeze lightly blows through my hair

Seashells sparkle covering the ocean floor
Tiny pepples hiding in the sand shine through
Sand shimmers in the sunlight
Waves crashing gently against the rocks
Suntan oil feels of silk,  smells of coconut

flip flops, beach towels, sand castles, suntan oil, 
sunglasses, beach balls, body boards, iced tea,
barefoot, straw hats, beach chair, umbrella, 
volleyball, ice chest, margaritas, jimmy buffet,
the beach boys, boardwalk, lifeguard

sand, waves, seashells, rocks, sun, ocean, 
hermit crabs, abalone shell, sea otters, whales,
dolphins, starfish, shark, sailboats, surfers,
cruise ships, fishing boats, scuba diving, wind
surfing, seagulls, high tide, sunset

Fishin'

He called me, on the phone,
Asked if I was gonna' be home.
A smile just appeared,
Soon he'll arrive, here.
Now a full blown grin ...
He just walked in! 
I said, "ALRIGHT!" ...
"We're gonna' have a GREAT night!"

The whole night lay before us 
I didn’t want to cause a fuss
Dinner and a movie
Would be kinda groovy
Dancing would be nice
We’ve done that once or twice
I know what he’d been missin’
So I’m taking him fishin’

Packed up the ice chest
With stuff he loves best
Thick slices of ham
Sweet strawberry jam
Crispy pickles in a jar
Cookies cut into a star
Ice cold Bud Lite
Gonna be a long night

Got a new rod and reel
Got a really good deal
It’s a Diawa brand
Fits just right in my hand
We’ll stop by his place
To get his tackle case
His rod and bass boat
Hope it will still float

Now we're at the lake
Gonna fish ‘til real late
Then throw that sleeping bag down
Right over there on the ground
Snuggle up and build a fire
Stoke it with love’s desire
He know’s what I’m missin’
Making love after fishin’
Form: Couplet

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