Picnic Poems - Poems about Picnic

...Sit-upons that we wove together. The troop activity. How many spots will remember me? The wicker basket and picnic blanket woven into the amphitheatre. We, my hubby and I, cozied up, listened......Read the rest...

...A picnic basket I will bring Inside will be most everything I know you like, and also more I'll pick to try from favorite store A picnic blanket where we'll sit The grass so green, your hair ......Read the rest...

...me and my imaginary friends sit at a picnic table in Brighton me and my imaginary friends talk about our lives Anything and everything Me and my imaginary friends don't laugh at each othe......Read the rest...

...Our world is under relentless attack We all need to be careful about the impact Of this virus on us. Be strong, healthy and positive About defeating “Hate”. Be active. Be proactive Wash our hands......Read the rest...

...The Abandoned Vacant Lot Filled with Concrete Weeds sprout from the cracks, A sign reads it was once a place to heal creatures. All that remains is melancholy and "Hope Pears," Lying on the fev......Read the rest...

...In shot snap seconds, everything changed. The horror was sudden - a shatter-shower of bullets bouncing off rock. The picnic I'd laid so carefully blew apart - black olives tossed into the air l......Read the rest...

...Hold my hand to teach me how to write Take me to the library. I need to shed light On a few words that I have never seen before Teach me how to spell, that can open a new door For my future. I wa......Read the rest...

...I want to be able to drive a car I can go anywhere I want to be I want to go and drink at a bar I can do anything when I am free I want to grow up so I can be old Not like an old man where I c......Read the rest...

...Ambered hues in faded frames, a bygone era's smile, Bakelite whispers of forgotten songs, on a crackling vinyl isle. Daguerreotypes, ghosts of laughter, dance in sepia light, Embers of a childhood......Read the rest...

...This chilly water I am sitting in. Could it be Lake Michigan? Slimy minnows in spurts. Sharp stones that poke and hurt. The sand is a bit harsh. But exfoliates if you’re in a rush! The breeze i......Read the rest...

...Badgers were planning a picnic extraordinaire! Red Jell-O mold towered high in the spring air. Shall I put a cherry on top? Asked persnickety Claire. Why not? Said another. Baby muskrats are here.......Read the rest...

... Aided by the wind, entities take flight like prismatic colors- talismanning chanced direction "of watering misfit eye", looking for a new place to touchdown and......Read the rest...

...I was a valued, vaunted veterinarian, maintaining health for animals I loved, As a rainbow sparkled rich colors, from the moment peach sunshine shoved. I was dedicated to such adorable pa......Read the rest...

..."If there is a place where peace and stillness prevail, to it people like to retreat when beset with the perils of life. It can be our home. In every storm it is a refuge, a haven of joy and a sanctu......Read the rest...

...it’s too wet, too gloomy, too damp putting me in a bad mood, I am too annoyed to write I wanted to picnic today this storm has ruined everything! Dang it! Now the lights have gone out! Even if ......Read the rest...