Short Picnicking Poems
Short Picnicking Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Picnicking by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Picnicking by length and keyword.
pilfering raccoons
raiding cornfields and orchards
laughing at farmers
Indian summer picnicking
Last hurrah before winter
Tiny pink flowers
hanami* for all insects ....
bouquet of senses
* japanese for the age old practice of picnicking under the ume (cherry blossom tree)
picnicking twosome
white butterfly flits across ~
pigeons coo nearby
roughhousing children
rustling trees in the distance ~
woman walking dog
SEASHORE
sandy, warm
wading, swimming, surfing
shells, driftwood; rocks, fossils
hiking, picnicking, climbing
barren, scenic
MOUNTAINTOP
Summer
balmy, sunlit
boating, trekking, picnicking
holiday, enjoyment, chill, blizzard
skiing, sledding, snowshoeing
frosty, gloomy
winter.
May 1, 2021
Contest : Spring Or Summar Diamante Poem
Sponsor : Caren Krutsinger
Zeus fought the elves and the gargoyles for Stonehenge picnicking rights
Stonehenge laughed at this, thinking Zeus was insane
And of course he might have been but who in their right mind
will tell that to a god?
Even if it is a little god
not the big one.
Spring
rainy, cool
awaking, flowering, singing
yards, mountains, sea, sand
swimming, picnicking, sunning
hot, fun
summer
Date Written 1/12/2023
Satin summer sundays.
With the young children.
Picnicking in the shade
Nana takes them to swim.
Watching while they play.
There growing so big.
Those memories we've made.
Are, a most treasured gift.
Sewsaws and swings.
The roundabout spins.
As we reminisce.
Upon satin summer bliss.
Impassioned foreboders
Each of which projects
A fearsome sky
Of trees' whistly lead-ball rained
Scourging effects.
Cruel, torturous. And yet
Fine with it, I.
Impatient erasers
As streets flash pale in
Quick banishment
Of what there neath, lazy, lawned
Lie picnicking.
Again accepting. Unless
As one, glass-bent!
Down at the park
no biking
no spitting
no littering
no loitering
no children
no running
no walking
no skipping
no singing
no sweating
no flipping
no picnicking
no body
Kathy Collins
October 21, 2013
P.S.
I used to live in a town where you were allowed to jog as long as you didn’t sweat. Anything perspiration-related in public was forbidden.
It's that time of the year
We pack yum sandwiches and food finger-licking
Spring is here
Under the sun
We enjoy outdoor picnicking
What fun!
De-stress
Photos clicking
Yes!
It's that time of the year
We enjoy outdoor picnicking
Yes!
14th March 2022
Form: Minichu
For Mohan Chutani's "Let's Minichu on Fun" contest
Captain Wiggles
Captain wiggles can’t sit still.
He wiggles and giggles on top of the hill.
He jumps around, always acting silly.
Even on days when it feels quite chilly.
Captain wiggles loves to Have fun.
He laughs and dances while on the run.
On the playground or picnicking in the park.
He giggles all day and long after dark.
3/22/2021
Nursery Rhyme 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
My favorite place, is on a knoll above the meadow,
Under a dogwood tree, wrens flying in the dayglow,
Reading, picnicking, or enjoying the midday snooze,
Or seizing upon canvas, the butterscotch and blues.
Gay blooms crowd the summer, to daydreams' delight,
And butterflies roam so slowly, towards moonlight!
Bronzed days are lustrous, in a precint of silence-
The sun rose blush at dawn, and it hasn't set since!
Gingko’s golden leaves
Intermingling maple red
Glorious carpet
Strolling through autumn’s return
Mesmerized and delighted.
Chrysanthemum blooms
Vine maple dotting hillsides
Lingering roses
Color, color everywhere
Last call to outdoor dining
Pilfering raccoons
Raiding cornfields and orchards
Laughing at farmers
Indian summer picnicking
Last hurrah before winter
For Amy Green's contest "Enchantment of Fall Tanka Moment"
The men are handsome in their suits and ties
The women casually nude
picnicking in Paris in the 1860's.
This must be the new way
Parisians are cultured
Perhaps this is what we should all be doing
I stare at the freedom of the women
They are the lucky ones.
I kick off my knickers; I pull my dress over my head
Loud yelling commences
A museum guard runs up and covers me in a hazmat suit
He leads me into a room with other women who are all nude
Apparently we all saw the same canvas