Picnics Poems | Examples

On The Money

To Americans, July 4th
is Independence Day,
with; barbecues, concerts, fireworks,
picnics, parades, patriotic festivities,
(a.k.a., Freedom Day).
Despite the star-spangled banner's,
red, white and blue,
to that of the British Union Jack,
being identical in hue,
flag-waving they're compelled,
or conditioned, so to do.
The U.S. Constitution does define,
'Treason' as... the only crime
consisting of levying war
against them, and/or,
to their enemies adhering,
with comfort and aid
by all means conveyed.
To those in England,
considering, in 1776,
colonists went their own sweet way,
it's the ultimate 'Treason Day'.
And, altho' the U.S. touts
'Separation of Church and State',
yea, verily I say,
is it not hypocritically unjust
of them to print on their money,
'In God We Trust'?

Remember The Picnics

Remember the picnics 
            one day they’ll be gone
                            with only a memory to blanket the green

For warm summer days 
           are not meant to remain
                  we feast them away with the wine of our youth

Remember the picnics 
             when winter blows in
                     when ice cycles forecast the cold days ahead

It’s then that we need them 
           through every last sigh
                    to hold once again in the bloom of our hearts

Summer Picnics Interrupted

Our picnic food draws pesky flies.
We each grab a swatter and rise
   to wipe out those devils,
   but those crafty rebels
escape. Then we don’t feel so wise.

Picnics

Adventure in every unknown place visited

Lets Have Picnics Without Humans

Best human-less picnic we have ever had!
Humans beings are too big and their feet stink.
Ant said, "they pass gas and blow us around for days."
"They walk on our relatives, killing them," said beetle..

All in favor of human-less picnics, say “aye”.
The grasshopper, ladybug and moth yelled “AYE!”
Grasshopper and lady bug agreed that was the best way.
Wasp and sweat bee were the hold outs, they liked using their stingers.

Barrens

abandoned parklands
filled with decaying dreamscapes…
frozen wine cooler

How I Feel About Picnics

ants in my food
wood ticks eating on my back
want to picnic honey?
sure why not
The birds haven't put their white goo in my hair yet

Picnics In Picnic

Panic 
In picnics 
Way to way 
Picked 
For rapids

In Mexico

In Mexico there are no aliens with visas
If you listen carefully earthquakes whisper 
A carriage lumbers along on 3 square wheels
With sounds known only to God in His infinite wisdom
Plump women sing volcanic tunes to platonic old men
Leathery faces trace their lineage back through time

Struggling through dirt streets to church
Pot holiness causes the donkey to sink inside
The happy mule pulls the cart while humming
Minstrel songs in burro languages of long ago
Knowing there is a carrot at the end of the road

Volcanic Ash Wednesdays come with a cross
Once a year cemeteries come alive in November 
It must be the 1st.  as the marigolds are fragrant
Freshly cut flowers with aromas arrive
Day of the Dead is a colorful occasion
Picnics are fun for those above the daisies
Dancing on graves gets crazy

Picnics At the Park

Picnics at the Park

I wished that I had stopped
The hands of Mother Clock
From ticking on its tac
As time flew by steadfast.

Bye, bye my toddler sweet
Hello there little princess
New adventures you'll seek
Words small and big you'll speak.

You're so confident at three
A daredevil I could see
Climbing, jumping, hopping
In every closet, hiding.

First time I saw you biked
With training wheels unlatched
Made your Grandma so proud
Love tears bedewed her eyes.

At four you got bolder
Your bike rides went farther
Your hollers were like fireflies
Which I chased them from afar.

Though dusk had already fallen
You're still roamin' in the gloamin'
A guard brought you back alone
Told him 3324 Park St., was your home.

You loved picnics at age five
On the grass, we laid our mat
Admiringly I watched you biked
With your cool sunglasses and hat.

One day when you're past five
Moved miles away I couldn't drive
How I wished that I had stopped
Before. The tic tacs of Mother Clock!

Oh, Those Picnics

Picnics can be so much fun
For my grandchildren and me
Sandwiches, cakes and orange juice
And for me a cup of tea

So off we set to our favourite spot
So near to the waters side
Fresh mowed grass we all sit on
In such pleasure, we abide

Noisy splashes, shrieks of joy
The make our day complete
Then lots of kids, they join us too
Oh everything, it feels so sweet

It brings me so much happiness
To see those children, laugh and play
To watch them having so much fun
Makes all my cares just float away

Picnics In the Moonlight

Picnics in the moonlight..........

Picnics in the moonlight, 
A romantic plain to see.
Daffodils and cold champagne,
With love to you, from me.

A limousine awaits us,
To take us very soon.
So we can roar into the sky,
In a big hot air-balloon.

When all that is over,
It is you who'll hold the key.
For the next words I shall say to you, is-
"Will you marry me?"

This love I have within me,
A love which makes me whole.
A love I wish to share with you,
You're my very heart and soul.

Picnics and Sand

Now I know that beach side picnics and sand
No matter how careful the planning go hand in hand
But it seems whether you sit or whether you stand
Nothing quite goes as you had planned

It doesn't really care where it goes
And I don't just mean between your toes
In your eyes and up your nose
And it doesn't smell like a bleeping rose!

In my shoes and down my shorts
I believe with demons this stuff consorts
To going naked I might resort
And I know I've swallowed at least a quart

When this picnic is over and back home I go
To the warm water of the showers flow
I'll wonder if your troubles are the same as mine
Do you have sand stuck where the sun doesn't shine?

©Donna Jones

Nit Picks and Picnics

~~Upon the banks of big piney slough,
   I recall a picnic with old blue,
   and my granddaughter at age two.
   and many blood sucking critters too.

~For a very short while we did picnic,
   then we would bait our hooks and pick ticks. 
   while the ants carried our food off in nit picks.
   Gets no better than this, can’t beat it with sticks!

~Mosquitoes demanded their rightful share,
   for of the blood of we humans they are an heir.
   Some dudes have no flair for this type of affair,
   after a day or two they would need repair.

~Moms who let babies grow up to be rednecks,
   raise children who can fish and pick blood ticks,
   and kill big water moccasins with little sticks,
   while picking polk salet for supper on picnics.

~Having caught a big flathead cat or two,
   I called granddaughter Sue and my dog blue,
   for I remember quit clearly when Sue was new,
   was the dog days of summer, ninety two! 

   For and in Honor of: Carol Brown
   And Contest: Picnic

Church Picnics

Summertime memories of better days
Playing outside way past dark
Bungalo was the community pool
Church picnics at Dutch Hill Park

Sliding boards and old metal swings
A box for the little ones filled with sand
There were monkey bars and seesaws
A merry go round that we turned by hand

A pavilion full of picnic tables
Where neighbors sat together to eat
And the old beat up wooden dance hall
That gave little relief from the heat

Usually they had a polka band
Playing polkas, waltzes and rock n’ roll
Wooden floor jammed with people dancing
Those memories touch my soul

Sometimes we’d run down to the baseball field
Play ball until we were soaked in sweat
Or sneak down the woods when we got a chance
We’d all have a cigarette

Then we would walk back to the picnic
Get food at the concession stand
Carry it over to the dance hall
And listen to the band

The picnics lasted until late at night
Neighbors sat talking and having a good time
A hamburger was only twenty cents
And a beer was only a dime

Take me back to those innocent days
Where my memories still roam
To church picnics at Dutch Hill Park
Saints Peter and Paul and Saint Jerome.

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