Camp Summer Poems | Examples

These Camp Summer poems are examples of Summer poems about Camp. These are the best examples of Summer Camp poems written by international poets.


Premium MemberSalmon Sunset

Salmon pink horizon beguiles as I towel dry
Upon a muted canvas morphs hues at sunset.
The lake decants of its waders and pontoons.  
Mirrored waters tranquil—a soothing elixir.
Tidy up and make camp for the night.

The campsite invited blissful slumber.
Natural waters reflected frond umbrellas.
An artificial lake at once sequestered.
Fuchsia shades spackled across dusky skies.
All had surfaced—I dove into a lost horizon.
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.


Premium MemberSummer of 74

Rainbow ribbons in her hair
Playing in the grass with no care
Making mud pies in the dirt
Skinny dipping in July no pants no shirt

Playing hide and seek football too
Finger painting pictures under sky blue
Racing the wind playing in the rain
Singing favorite songs pretending to have fame

Riding in the back of an old pickup truck
No seatbelt there on a dare so tough
Catching fireflies and huge June bugs
Sitting by camp fire drinking from a jug

Walking to church for Sunday school 
Praying for sinners crazies and fools
Not yet finessed in politically correct
Calling it how you see it no regrets

Premium MemberSummer trilogy

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

Premium Member SAMMY THE GOOD LAD

Sammy, the good lad does enjoy the Summer days He helps his parents in household chores obeying* them with smile always. Sammy, the good lad is rejoicing in the Lord He joins the annual Summer camp to have fun, and read God’s Word. Sammy learns to pray with faith to the Saviour up above That in Summer vacation he can share more gifts with love… O Sammy, the good lad is so kind and cheerful Teaching little boys and girls to sing with Bible verses wonderful.
*Ephesians 6:1 Children, obey your parents in the Lord: for this is right. December 30, 2023

Premium MemberAnd Away He Goes

Sent away at age five for the summer
  No way his parents could have been dumber
     On Johnny's first day at camp
     His pants were completely damp
  Not toilet-trained yet ~ That's a real bummer


Premium MemberFlip Flop

Seasonal writing may be fraught
with dreams that hip and hop,
feelings that flip and flop.
We want, of course, that which is not.
 
In crushing heat, chill winds must blow.
We write of cool, crisp days.
We write of warmer ways
when cold, and craft a camp fire’s glow.

Fall is a transitional thing
when the winds huff and puff. 
Fickle, we cry “Enough!”,
and write of gentle, greening Spring.

So write away until no more	
weather shapes fertile pens.	
Leave the seasons to cleanse	
our pens and let our musing soar!

Premium MemberFarewell To Summer

F all is almost here.

A corns and pumpkins to roast.

R ed and gold leaves will soon cover the yard.

E ating the last watermelon, oh my.

W ater sports will be tucked away.

E veryone getting ready for school.

L oved learning to swim at camp.

L ong days now turning short.

 


 

T ogether next year at the lake.

O n our way home for the winter.

 

 

S ay goodbye to the hot days.

U se time to reflect.

M emories will last forever.

M y summer love is back at school.

E ating BBQ has ended for the year.

R ain will soon turn into snow.  

  

Date Written: 9/25/2020

1.  Farewell To Summer

Pick-A-Title, Vol 23 - Seasonal Acrostic - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh

Premium MemberSleepover

Dusk air approaches
mayflies camp atop my tent
dreams of warming light

Premium MemberSummer Camp

Summer Camp

Summer camp's been a win-win, this week made me grin!
What great times we had, going like mad, never sad
met playing croquet the first day of our va-cay
you're the one I had fun with each day in the sun
played awesome sports in shorts, laughed through games of all sorts
what jokes we'd make sitting by the lake, sun would bake
we swam every day at the dam, then had to scram
off to canoe, whistle blew, I'd eat lunch with you
goodbye my sweetie pie, our time has just flown by
your kiss felt right late last night. Don't forget to write!


written 17 Aug 2020
© John Watt  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberSummer Camp Riff

Ding a ling
     Ring a ling
     Ping a ling
     Ting a ling

     Sing a thing
     Wing a thing
     Fling a thing
     Sling a thing

     Crown a king
     Drown a king
     Hound a king
     Pound a king

     Clap along
     Snap along
     Tap along
     Flap along

     Ding dong
     Ping pong
     King Kong
     Bing bong

     End song

Premium MemberFarewell, Summer

Adieu to the sun-kissed flowers Goodbye to the brisk ocean waves Leaving behind the fresh green grass Parting ways with bright butterflies Separating from sweet ice cream Departing the fires of camp sides Farewell, Summer, I miss your touch!
September 7, 2019 FAREWELL, SUMMER Poetry Contest Sponsored by: nette onclaud

Premium MemberHarrison Park

Harrison Park is large
It has a trailer park
The people camp out
They spend their summer
 
In this park is a restaurant
All the food is home made
This place is always packed
They are enjoying their meal

The park has visitors
Rain or shine people come
To visit the small zoo
To see animals

There are cages with birds
They are different species 
A partridge waits to show
His pretty feathers spread

For evryone to see
he likes to display them
For everyone to see
To show off his colors

Premium MemberAt Summer Camp

at summer camp
sharing candy necklace
with new friends



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Premium MemberSummer Fun

There is always joy in the summer season. Getting out of school for ten weeks is one reason. However, there is one thing about summer I like. No, I’m not talking about riding my bike, or going through the woods to take a hike. My old man drives an old beat-up Ford. Summer camp for me is one thing he can’t afford. So for this time, I am stuck in the city. However, for me, you need not feel pity. If I have a couple of bucks, I’m in luck. I just wait for that Italian water ice truck. August 22, 2012

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