Tent Poems - Poems about Tent

When this body, a shoddy tent, Is folded and tucked away, Of no more use, it’s value spent, Only memories left as communique. What remarkable gifts did it leave? Did it accomplish any good? Will it be known just for its ease, Or did it do everything it could? Was it an intense and shining light, That helped others upon the Path, Showing passage in...

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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...

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They used to put the mentally unstable away for their own good and for the good of society they say. Society evolved and said NO! this is wrong. So, they closed the institutions releasing the unstable from their stables- praying that society would stabilize. Now we've got tent cities brimming with instability. Some unstable types have made it as far as...

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Everyone has a special talent Everyone has some special skills Nothing is eternal under the tent Everyone is entitled to some special deals Who are we to prejudge or judge? Who are we to refuse to budge? Once in a while, comes a little surprise Most of the time, it is no good to surmise No one is the same, no one is...

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nation's tent cities....dreams sleep frozen in all impoverished seasons...

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We Had A Blue Tent, .... Kitchen, At Prince, .... Gallitzin; With A Fancy Picnic Table, .. Inside; An, The Place Before, .... With The...

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Twenty acres with only a barn This is no yarn This barn I decided to rent Inside of it I put my tent Heaven sent Shelter from the cold Rest my soul as I grow old A stall for a moo A place for a chicken or two My choice how Have a bird for dinner now or an egg breakfast for many days to come Now...

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Have seen tent cities stretching out so far The forgotten ones sleeping their car Going without simple things The happiness that running water brings Eating yourself full pushing yourself from a table To some a full belly is but a fable Rain falling turning to snow No matter how cold the blow. You find them there, Ain't fair Does any one even care The forgotten ones Our...

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A park in downtown Where the children play A park for many events Canada's Day celebrations Christmas lights festivals All through the park A statue of Queen Elizabeth Stands tall in this park Many people come here For lighting of the tree Sing Christmas carols A pond where the swans The geese and other birds Come to swim and cool off Yet not at this...

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I have tasted new lands as I’ve traveled this Earth, would leave prejudice (often) with dust shoes pick up. No, not loam like the Dust Bowl knew (God knows our shame), the clear-cutting of forests, Paul Bunyan (with Blue Ox named ‘Babe)’ (1) tried to trade! ‘Whites’ own much of the blame, though for rape of the planet, dark thoughts...

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Behold a Nigerian single parent By clearly doubled duties bent, Shaking her right now, inescapable rent; Just grabbing what this had all along meant. Lo! The Nigerian Loner Parent More minutes to nasal congestion lent And by same on silly errands sent For an apartment she must alter its scent. See! The Nigerian Single Parent Lately her bond severed with A Kent, For...

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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...

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Tent pegs, burnt legs Sun cream, ice cream Swimming trunks, squashed lunch Peeling tum, after sun. Dusty feet, collapsing seat Folding table, electric cable, Sleeping pods, fishing rods Guide ropes foreign notes. Ground sheet, birds tweet. Wind break, tent shake Top box midnight fox Sweeping floor, rubbish torn Barbecue, dodgy loo, Gritty toes, runny nose Flip flops dirty tops Backpack rucksack Gas ring, bee sting Bug spray, all day Camping Gaz, not...

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Close to a scandalous ten thousand, A reproach to the late Reverend Townsend; All with their advertising megaphones, And big dreams-nursing microphones … In my town of domicile With odds one can’t reconcile Which I had some time walked miles With my job-hunting files That rather handed me victorious counts Of how their number mounts: I tell you: A Religious Harassment, An unendurable embarrassment; Ten thousand, really...

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Inside the sideshow tent were such wonders to behold. I believed every come-on the sleazy carney tried-- “Come, see a woman covered in snakes,” the barker cajoled, “Witness the wedding of a groom and his tiny midget bride.” I believed every come-on the sleazy carney tried-- “See the man who transforms a wax statue into gold.” “Witness the wedding of a...

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