Short Camping Poems
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utah
camping on a blue mesa
human noise
emptying into
evening stillnes
Published - January, 2016 - Haiku Society Journal
Summer
Bare, Bright
Swimming, Hiking, Camping
Sun, Lemonade, Snow, Cocoa
Skiing, Ice-skating, Snuggling
Cold, Bundled-up
Winter
summer
humid, hot
swimming, camping, gardening
seashore, breeze, mountains, sleet
skiing, cuddling, baking
gelid, cold
winter
“Wake up, breakfast is cooking.”
Bacon in cast iron skillet,
sounds and smells, wafted through the tent.
“Coming”, the crackling bacon got me!
Boys' annual weekend camping trip.
It's been a year of forest fires.
~ Had to see for ourselves.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025
Sky’ turning from sun rising morning dew.
Camping in the woods green lit sparkly view.
Starting a campfire to make breakfast.
Then to the lake fishing for greatness.
I learned when camping in the damn bush,
a dead motor is worse than an ambush.
If your battery goes flat
it should remind you that,
to never buy a car you can't push.
Winter's time is over which ushers spring in,
Slowly young plants sprout from the soil on brightday ,
Migrate birds hover still and fish on seashores,
Camping will come soon.
Nature is fantastic
Plus so much food
Add friends
And a bottle of vodka
To complete the moment.
Came home from land of Israel on a red eye flight
Connecting routes canceled because of winter’s bite
I'm camping in the airport with fluorescent view
A weary pilgrim in terminal number two.
While camping up high in the trees
I woke up one “mourning” to pee
Thought that I heard a “bare”
But it was only a “hair”
Who was eating my breakfast with tea.
Written on 3/21/2016
I sit in my home and I often pine
For the forest scent
Three days in my smelly tent and I moan
For my bed at home
A tent or a mansion, why do I care
I’m not quite happy neither here nor there
Camping out
Its dark
I’ll light my flash
Let it light up the path
I wont get lost
Just
Not yet
I’m camping out
In the woods
It’s dark
I’ll whistle my song
Keeps the vampires at bay
I’ll sleep when its day
Loading my car
trying to hide my covert examination
Fine features accented by heavy white brows and lashes
Colorless, shining hair
Such a strange and elegant beauty
What is it like to be so different
Yet so lovely?
Set up our gazebo for the summer, our joy overflows
Adds another whole room to our sweet humble abode
With the feeling of camping
Helps to alleviate the cramping
Making it homey helping us forget winter's cold
Summer is one of the favorites seasons for the following:
1. Beach
2. Sun
3. Vacations
4. Suntan lotion
5. Castles in the sand
6. Parasailing
7. Boats
8. Camping
Example for Summer Sight Contest
5-11-2016
At last!
Vacations! -
High fives and hugs,
Camping out, and picnics -
Fun time!
All well -
Um, for now
Later, of course
We will have to face truth -
‘MORE WORK'
For Dr.Ram Mehta's contest
Syllable count checked - 2/3/4/6/2
firepit corn-on-the-cob
cooked with husk still on
wrapped in foil with water
thrown into the coals
cook thirty minutes
butter, salt
ahh!
What's Cooking on The Grill This Summer Poetry Contest
Sponsor: M.L. Kiser
6-16-2022
I obey and do as I am told
But poor Nigels now bought n sold
Awaiting me death on the twenty first O May
Harry Camping let me down not much to say
With re-calculation now its October twenty one
Let us prepare ready again to be finally gone
Day
light, busy
working, typing, filing
clouds, birds, bats, falling stars
camping, star gazing, sleeping
calm, dark
night
By: Greg Stanley
Submitted into the:
“SIX TO SIXTEEN” Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Crisp cool morning, hot cup of serenity, fry up a mess of tranquility
Campfire smoke curls around the pines as it floats down like a high mountain stream
Left my old fishing pole at home, so that old trout can have his Rocky Mountain dream
Form:
Logs burn
and flames blaze,
licking at the wind,
spastic and crazed.
Sparks jump
and smoke trails,
clogging lungs
upon inhales.
Campers laugh
and begin to croak
some silly song
about the forest folk.
Trees sway
from roots to branches,
hovering quietly
as the fire dances.
Buzzing bees
pollen covered bee
flits from flower to flower
nature's matchmaker
Camping
frogs croaking in base
crickets chirping in tenor
camp with nature's band
Midnight swim
reflecting moonlight
lunar cool lake shadows dance
dappling your sweet face
A camping vacation the only kind
The trip with grandsons would be mighty fine
Standing in rush and Spanish Moss
Pictures to remember embossed
Scratching redbugs from hilt to my hairline
Inspired by Carolyn Devonshire's Vacation Contest
Not an entry
There was a cute young man
where I worked
Who was buying his
fishing license
And I
so matter o factly
asked him if he wanted
his tramp stamp with that
He quickly chimed in
Let's see
I am going camping
and if I catch a tramp
without the stamp
is the DNR
gonna fine me??