Short Tent Poems
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so where do I live
in a tent in the woods
shelter kicked me out
after 90 days
with no other
place to stay
I had to fend
for myself
i always imagine myself
sitting on a cloud
feet dangling from
behind heavens fence
with my headphones on
huity take the man out of it
There was once a young man from Tashkent
Lost his job and couldn't pay the high rent
His landlord was clear
Pleas fell on deaf ears
So our renter moved out into a tent
Under The Big Tent
Under the big tent the circus came alive
Cotton candy lady gave the clowns a vibe
She grabbed one hand
To her marching band
One clown a sucker is worth two acts to arrive
connie pachecho
9/8/17
Have you ever slept overnight in a tent in the woods
An experience to treasure for a lifetime in all likelihood
The thrill can't be explained
It's like survival unchained
Nothing can rival this journey in the backwoods
There was a young lady from Gwent
Who’d only make love in a tent
When pitched in a field
She’d willingly yield
The farmer now charges ground rent!
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Inside the little indoor tent,
H and H and Nana went
To sit there cozy, warm and snug;
It felt like an extended hug.
A private world we did create
With nothing there to aggravate –
My grandkids (ages 1 and 3)
And happy (but exhausted) me.
Build your home on the riverbank
and the river will fashion sticks
build it upon a mountaintop
and the mountain will make planks
place your bones amongst the stars
and they will giggle lightly
pitch a tent in heaven
and forever shine brightly.
We Had A Blue Tent, .... Kitchen,
At Prince, .... Gallitzin;
With A Fancy Picnic Table, .. Inside;
An, The Place Before, .... With The Ocean Lake Seashore;
Was The Laurel Hill's ... Campsite!
early spring awakens latent yearnings
stirring the urge to commune with nature
for being one with the universal energy
in sync with the planet's rhythmic pulse
a ritual to welcome the resurrecting sun
and the oncoming of the sunshine season
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Sufficient
Is His grace for me
Loving me
He died, rose
But His Father suffered too
As He gave me grace
Enough grace,
Mercy to save me
His love flows
Powers me
His strength lifts me up higher
Comforts each second
Weaknesses
Infirmities leave
Strength, power
Pitch a tent
Over me forever~yes!
I'll gladly glory
Unfinished
Huts of havoc built…tranquility constructed…
Then, destroyed…
Tents of tension rebuilt…calmness abducted
Then, I’m unemployed…
Let’s dwell in God’s tabernacles, my beauty dear
Have no sudden fear
Have so much cheer
Let’s spell out Christ on our tablets of hopes that appear
Let’s praise God today!
I pray you’ll save me
I’ll be more than okay
Please set me free
"Him have I lost; thou hast both him and me.
He pays the whole, and yet I am not free."
Wm. Shakespeare
Loving you, my tears fell
in that fast-food Miami restaurant
after we had the news your sturdy heart
was failing. "A matter of time,"
they said, locking you into the check-
out line. "I'll pitch a pup tent on
the other side of the river,"
you said in all seriousness, "and
I'll wait for you." Fool that I
was, I bought it.