Short Camp Poems
Short Camp Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Camp by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Camp by length and keyword.
sautéed encounter
across my sizzling steak
our intercourse flared
ignited our excitement
shared seared passions smoke
a planet in Andromeda
in a meteor shower
light years away
inhabited by androids
mining camp
Children now crying
In lockup at border camp
Waiting for mothers
No Christmas presents for them
Angles looking down crying
Aladdin rubbed an English lamp
And found the genie rather damp
He made a wish
For chips & fish
With a pint in a nudist camp
it wasn't a plane
it was near the range
where i was train
it was a hard thing
had to run up and down A ramp
it was a
BOOT CAMP
They found old tampons that were damp
So archeologists at camp
Questioned if terra
Has a named era
For the period of this cramp
Cher,
Love everything about her, especially her hair.
She sang about a scamp, a camp and a bit of a tramp.
She’s a V.A.M.P. Vamp.
War Tanka
A master sergeant
Walked out of camp at night
Murdering Afghans
Nine of them were children
Their demise caused no uproar
SOCKS
letter from camp
Dear Mom, Achieved absolute efficiency. Can now put socks on from either end.
John G. Lawless
7/2/2016
Two ladies on an hilltop slept
Where coyotes howl and nightly crept
They heard no growl
Nor any howl
But learned to look before they stepped!
The Camp Cookie could be heard singing…
“Cowboy: You can’t wrangle the future,
till you stop rustlin the past”
(Dewey Wyoming: July, 2016)
10 reps of Haiku curls
10 reps of Irish Ballad presses
3X5 paragraphs of trenchant prose
5X Lyrical lunges
Last 5 minutes: Free range editing gut check
The king of the camp,
An absolute champ--
The flavor of vic'try was sweet.
But sorry to say,
His arrogant way
And pride dragged him down to defeat.
Form:
There's a place that poets go
when they must their wild oats sow
They camp out in front of the TV set
Are the Three Stooges on the air yet
Old Donald an out of work tramp
retired to a new nudist camp
what he hadn't been told
was the pool water's cold
which reduced his prospects when damp
A Viet Cong mum with a gong
Would dong it if daughters did wrong
When the Army made camp
She would light up a lamp
to bong Hong Kong gong all night long!
On this day of joy
to us came a little boy,
wise men from the east
shepherds from their camp site feast.
Oh! And our son named Roy.
© Harry J Horsman 2011
Quick, Quick, Point's Camp, .... Sound's Might;
Every Victories, .... Prize!
Scoring's Field's, Long Feat's Rhyme;
Cote, Blue Ash, .... Countryside!
While In Wrong Camp
While we were in the wrong camp,
Things found there would revamp;
Do my best;
Win contest,
Until tired and had received cramp.
Jim Horn
We all made fun of their swimming champ.
Ate KFC beside him, fingers damp.
He won every race.
Putting us in our place.
We mailed him off to Colonel Sander’s Camp.
I love you
I need you
Lord you are my everything
You had your son die on the cross for me
That's why I love you
WOW! I am finding ALOT of my old stuff =]
Dull-witted
camp ground prick
Do you think I laughed
at your
poke
I
now black and blue
from your
black and yellow
that was no joke
You
you
wasp
driving son back to naval boot camp —
miles and miles in wrong direction
8/24/2020
Silent One’s When plans don’t go to plan
Your smile now leaves me immune
to your nearness
as she spits her spit
to stories of drought
amongst the crowded camp fire
where her salt tears are recoiled
in the Nazi concentration camp
when a starving prisoner gave a flower to another prisoner
he showed we have a choice
to be compassionate and kind
in spite of circumstances