Campfires Poems - Poems about Campfires

May we all take time today and for a moment a little while sit back, relax… and remember with a smile… all the tastes, the smells, the sights the sounds all the memories we’ve acquired… While sitting with our family and friends around the flames of a campfire. ...

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Today I’m thankful for campfires and how we love them so Each campfire reminding us of a time…when time itself moves slow A time when the world stands still and we were as we were created to be… young and pure… unbothered… innocent and free ...

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We love to light campfires in the mountains…especially in the Fall In the cool of the evening…our fires are warm…and cozy… they are intimate…and small. A campfire has the power to mesmerize…to relax us for a while… as we sit and watch it’s colors change…we close our eyes…and smile. I love watching the flames leap into the air…in the...

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Campfires and Thunderstorms Campfires and thunderstorms: Heads poke out from under cover, To see clouds bursting, That swell the river. Ears prick to hear tree snapping sounds, As lightning cracks and thunder booms. Torrential rains pour down to soak the ground; The firewood gets wet, and the tent gets water logged. Dismal and miserable, the campers reflect Then, eyes fix upon the canoe tucked away, Still...

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I love this time of year…when the cooler weather sneaks back in… when the leaves begin to change…and fall It’s campfire time again. I’ve always loved a campfire…watching the colors mix and mingle within the flames…how, just like the moments in my life…no two campfires are the same. Perhaps the true beauty of a campfire is how it invites...

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Angels of Night Lights David J Walker If they carried messages of hope I could understand But my father simply watches As my brothers sit at distant Campfires warming their transparent souls All at the expense of my restless dreams No one ever speaking although I can Hear them singing songs That I didn’t know they knew My mother never frowns...

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Campfires I have been around them Burned sausages Smoke in my eyes My heart has been hot My back has been cold Friends; lost and found A vacancy sign; removed from my armpit I have looked into the flames I have put them out I tought about that today We sat in a circle, 2 meter apart Talked about our back ailments Almost like sitting around a campfire...

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The campfire radiated warmth in the chilled night As excitement of the flames danced across dark tree trunks Wisps of silver grey smoke moved in rhythm matching every curve and dip Mesmerizing glowing orange embers ascend on nature's breath whispering kisses making the gentle breeze looked flushed All leaving one feeling intoxicated watching this warm breathtaking dance...

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If it-were to-them this principal offered His-grace, children would still feel I know- a thought-quite kinder-to the idea of rolling around in there heads their own inalienable rights all being created equal, peace abiding first time in a real long time... for-everyone. "Conflicts being... ?" Friend the lobbyist seek as though to kill a wiled bore, it's-gentle... humble-appease, the call...

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""Ricky Don't Lose-That Number, circumstantial-possibly." ""Cause and-effect; all-them-offered written around the rules of the Bible... all-of it now-ruling. Yes written around-walked on trampled upon tamped-down-deep in-within melded into the colors-of the-fabric. Stationing-us there always-leaving-us chained to the ground. It's all-Semantics; Roderick seeing the shape we're-in-today yes-what we're all reaping-now; all-of it having-now-been-sown. They've put us all in line gender-each-one-for the-other-so very and...

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Campfires hypnotic light, through eons of desire, lift up hearts on darkening nights in flight....

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A dark shadow passes over the land I wonder if I'll ever see the sun shine agian A haunting wind moves through the trees With a cry for a fallen Cherokee From the heaven's angels weep and their tears fall upon this land Others call it rain but I know different and understand A brave...

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So sing the songs of campfires And sing them without fail— Sing them now among the pyres And sing them on the trail. Tell of things that used to be, Tell of those gone before— Make them stop now and just see, Our heritage and lore. And let them not forget us Or all the things we’ve done— We may brag and fight and cuss, But...

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