Best Camping Poems

The fire pit has been made
The kindling has been laid
The match was put to the dry, dry wood
And the flames began to play

The fire now is burning bright
The coffee pot is on
It is the way to start the day
On this cloudy, misty morn

The quiet of...

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Gentle ripples of clear water trace the banks
Where there are stones washed perfectly smooth
By the silent waves caressing their sleek veneer
And whispering echoes of tenderest serenity
Through the air that is so very fresh and clean

Bright, hot embers burn inside the circle
Where coals have turned the...

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                                 - I am brave and big boy
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bushes berry filled
mouth stuffed, sated, stone stands up
black bear! I’m holed, freed...

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Camp fire grows cold,
The campers are going home;
Time to be sad....

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Unsure of the time
with no schedule to be kept
bliss in the forest...

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Return from cold trails
to find a crackling warm fire
and freshly grilled trout....

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black bear-
smells from frying trout
over hot coals...

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Is there anything MORE miserable

Than camping in the rain

If you know of something

Write to me at “Soaked To The Bone”

Underwater, Ontario, Canada

This was my first time experience

Camping in the great outdoors

Of all weekends to choose from

Weather could not have been worse

Except perhaps a hurricane or...

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Babies crying in an orange,
Evening breeze.
Instead of hot dogs I get slobber.
Nudging branches away from the soft and sweet head,
Geraniums droop into view while we climb.
Her elbows folds tight against my body, safe from the forest chill.
Unknown shrieks are heard somewhere deep in the verdant,...

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As the fire subsides
in the bleak campsite
and the darkness settles in.
It's almost time,
so get in the tent! 
The "fun's" about to begin.

So gather 'round
and make your bets.
There's money to be made.
The stage is set
and the weapons placed. 
No time to be afraid!

Just close your tent
and...

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Camping beneath the shimmering stars
Makes me realise how insignificant we really are

The moonlight gently caressing the world outside a canvas door
Such a beautiful, calm picture, I often find myself longing for

In the wilderness, back to nature
Far from the ever growing lights of the town
Away from...

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Camping in Nature

See the sun rising
Engulfing the world in flames
A new morning sky

Sunlight streaming through
As though mountains are on fire
Wispy clouds floating

A dragon winding
It’s way through the massive green
Spitting milk-white foam

Bright flowers blooming
Waking to the morning dew
Swaying to the grass

Dawn settles itself
Like mist clinging to...

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Each year in August the teams descend, cricket foe morphing quickly to friend,
Bonds are forged on a pitch unique, camped on the banks of Reedybrook creek. 
The grass is cut, the fields set out, the umpires shout, ‘Fair play gents, otherwise, you’re out!’
Of drinks consumed,...

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A cascade of fluidic silvery energies;
luminescence performs a ballet
across the waterfall hills.
Mirrored in the aqua,
Mother moon casts her facade
as water-spray tap-taps out its song
upon the river.

I am entranced as hues of blue
pervade my senses;
a spiritual moment erupts within,
as I survey the light and
a shooting star...

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