Love Poems About Picnic or Picnic Love Poems
by Mike Gentile |
Categories: angst, growth, hope, how i feel, life, memory,

The Only Door That Opens

When the only door that opens 
                          is one leading to the past
I pack my bags and grab the wine
                             and find my way at last

I sojourn deep into the woods
                              of life’s long memories
and picnic on the leaves of love 
                            for heart song melodies

And then with each familiar chord
                          and with each sip of wine
I start to find myself again
                         remembering what’s mine

A blessed life of ups and downs
                          with courage to be found
in knowing that I’ll find my way
                         when I come back around

by Panagiota Romios |
Categories: cute love, rain,

God's Picnic



                 The skies filled bulbously with
                 gray-filled clouds.
                 We rested on God's daisy blanket,
                 laughing out loud.


                 Some nice fresh water from God's
                 own sink?
                 We laid back in utter joy, setting up 
                 glasses to catch such a blessed...
                 Heavenly drink.



                  September 24, 2019



by Victor Buhagiar |
Categories: love,

A Birthday Picnic

In a secluded tidy sandy bay 
In the delightful month of May
My love and I spent a whole day.
I had to show without delay
And thus, my feelings would convey
That my love was not hearsay.

I gave her a lovely bouquet,
With a red rose, a fragrant spray,
Bubbly champagne for her birthday,
Delicacies I had to pay
And fruit we ate without delay.
Celebrate her fine soul so gay.
Pure happiness for us that day.
How we kissed and sang, mere child's play.
Ran across the sand, a mock fray.
Admired the flight of a lone jay,
We rested under the sun's ray,
Then plunged into the sea to stay
Until crimson evening we'll lay.
Time up but happy for the day,
Retired to our rented chalet.


by Jan Allison |
Categories: love, romantic, wedding,

Love Is In the Air

champagne on ice picnic in forest is romance in the air drops to one knee ready to propose what will her answer be she shyly smiles gives him her reply will wedding bells ring out diamond sparkles third finger left hand should they ring their parents plans to be made venue needs choosing how much will it all cost big day arrives bride and groom smiling will their happiness last 10~18~15 Checked using How Many Syllables Contest Questionku Two Sponsor Richard Lamoureux

by Deb M |
Categories: age, heart, love, memory, romance,

DANCING UNDER THE MOON - POTD

On a picnic blanket they lay
On a warm afternoon
Next to a field of yellow daisies
Beautiful in bloom

As the sun slowly faded
Entranced in a swoon
They declared their love for each other
Dancing under the moon

Every anniversary was spent there
She hummed their special tune
They celebrated their love
Dancing under the moon

She left the world before him
On a rainy day in June
Sunshine left his life that day
Replaced by sorrow and gloom

Now with a vacant stare 
He sits in his care home room
His mind and memories now faded
Thoughts muddled and strewn

Yet ,he still remembers yellow flowers
Humming of a lovely tune
The love he felt for her
Dancing under the moon

by Tim Smith |
Categories: love,

What Is Love

Humming a beautiful love song as I skip around the room the smell of fresh baked cookies as I enjoy this Tuesday afternoon Watching children play in the leaf piles out in the neighbor's front yard Daydreaming of a family together between me and you Days of smiles and nights of warmth in a cozy little home upon a grassy noll Giant oaks and evergreens along with an apple tree filling up our hillside where we'll picnic in the spring Holding hands and living dreams what love is supposed to be A note I'll write for you my dear about a time I do foresee Where my heart is full the beats ring true and love is all we live

by Wandering Butterfly |
Categories: childhood, dedication, happiness, places, uplifting

Ah, Alum Creek

Ah, Alum Creek
A place I love to go

In the summer for a picnic
Or a jet ski talent show

The kids can run and play
Covered in sand from head to toe

Pack your 45
we've got UV rays to soak

Hitch up them jet skis boys
Dont forget the boat

"Out to play!" is on the door
"Will return" was all I wrote

-Miranda Lambert- 
02/15/2011 11:45 am
(My dad took us to alum creek every summer, I plan to continue this legacy for many 
summers to come)

by John Rhinem |
Categories: hope, life, love,

Pink Pieces Atop Blue and White Squares

Our chateau promised picnic....

Upon the seashore sands

Strawberries and champagne

Cream, bathed amid beauty's

Silkened moonlight hands....

Soft sweet laughter

Caressing crystal's glass

Desires delicious platter

In destiny's, eternal plans....

Pink adorned pieces

Aside luscious perfumed pairs

Oceans tides of love

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

...."Atop, Blue And White Squares" *

by Mike Gentile |
Categories: dream, hope, humanity, love, motivation, political, work,

The Advanced Daydreams of Daisy

Rolling hills of buttercups align a picnic world
            A place where roses can be blue in gardens filled of pink
And where the eyes of strangers meet in gaze of tolerance
             A place beholding sympathy and empathy and love
Perhaps, a mere illusion, such a world could ever be
                       Yet, these are the advanced daydreams of Daisy

by Timothy Hicks |
Categories: anxiety, emotions, fear, feelings, first love, teenage,

The Lion Within

I've walked barefoot through boiling sand, you don't even know.
Tried many times to grasp your hand, you don't even know.

To letters written then burnt; signals typed then canceled -
I rode this crazy train unmanned, you don't even know.

Sent roses signed anonymous to inspire a smile;
I sat and watched but didn't stand, you don't even know.

A picnic atop the roof, watching stars reflect off
of blue eyes . . . all this I had planned, you don't even know.

Timothy stutters at the words so instead he writes;
he's tried his best to tell you and you don't even know.

by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: food, nature

The Tranquil Picnic At Dusk

I’d love to be with you in a canoe
accompanied by summer’s softest breeze,
enjoying the verdant valley view
while drifting on a river lined with trees.

Ahead would be a peak that whisks the sky.
We’d look above us from our little boat
to where the eagle and the osprey fly
as in the quiet glow of dusk we’d float.

We’d dock on sand and find a cozy spot
to roast some hot dogs in our campfire’s heat
and spread the luscious picnic foods we’d brought;
then relishing tranquility, we'd eat!

Amid dark, silent pines, by fire's bright light,
we'd snuggle happily into the night.

For Carol Brown's "Picnic Time" Contest

by Shane Cooper |
Categories: love, marriage,

The Question



I look out at the white capped waves
Thinking of what my heart so craves.

To spend a day alone with you
That is what I most want to do!

To stroll along the boulevard,
Then dine on food most avant-garde

To picnic in an emerald glade
Sipping sparkling lemonade.

To sit and chat of love and life
Then asking you to be my wife.

What answer would you give to me
While I was still on bended knee?


by Daver Austin |
Categories: anger, fun,

Fill-Ins - N Invitation For the Reader To Use Imagination

FILL-INS
An invitation for
the reader to use
imagination

Who?      What?
two fine ladies rest
neath a bamboo
umbrella
they talk of a
third?

Fishermen
small boat at anchor
two men mend her
tattered sail
weather      or old
age?

Pretty Song
on the dogwood
branches
scarlet tanager and
mate
what song do they
sing?

New York blizzard
snowy avenue
many people     
like black streaks
to      or from
their work?

Interesting
like Jackson Pollack
this mishmash of
dots and streaks
is there a message?

On the hike
a meadow      a
stream
with scattered pines
     wild flowers
let’s have a picnic

Baby Bear
so easy to love
he’s a shaggy, gray
kitty
always in the way 

  
      .

by Venessa Medina-Rosas |
Categories: adventure, family, food, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, holiday, husband, love, nature, passion, romance, sister, wife,

Cinco De Mayo

Packed a picnic for the middle of the night,
sandwiches,chocolet stawberrys , liqueur taste just right,
 Smoke a lil sumthin to make us feel so light,
My baby sister here, we can never feel so tight,
 One candle burning flickering just right,
Here with our loves, the moon shines so bight,

 We walk through the trails, to stretch our legs and feel the air,
we get so spooked we run back feeling fear,
 We laugh out loud to clear the air,
 Enjoy this time from here to there,
Cinco de mayo is outa sight,

We love each other all so right.

by Dave Rhumour |
Categories: love, poetry, romantic,

Red, Red Wine

Let us spill our red wine together,

abandon all concerns about stains.

Let us take a long drive together,

and get lost in the woodland lanes...

Our picnic will simply be of cheese & wine,

with a soft blanket to cushion the ground,

and when we spill that red wine on each other,

we'll lick it up & make some giggling sound...

Yes, let us spill our red wine together,

splash it everywhere without any care,

for the great beauty of being in love dear,

is we don't need anything at all to wear...

©Rhumour

July 23rd 2012

by Val Brooklyn Rogers Blk Panther |
Categories: devotion, dream, spring, weather,

Lilac Spring

A host of lilac roses floated 
On the air.
A consuming fragrance 
This lilac affair
The betterment of rose 
Confusion 
This lilac spring everyone's 
In love
All lovers made blanket precautions 
So as to have picnic prostration
Daffodils Carnations and lilac 
Roses surrounding.
A floral heaven.
Every  dream was spent on elated tiers
Not one a bouquet of tears
Husbands and wives crowded 
Constitutions If this lilac spring 
Was different,  how would it be
More merrier?  
No glee denied.
Farewell to every dream fulfilled 
This lilac spring

by Marcy James |
Categories: boyfriend, happiness, love, relationship, summer,

Picnic Love

Up under this tree we found love, 
the sky was looking down from above, 
Love found its way to come between us, 
Everyone's out on a picnic lunch, 
the only food we're eating is love for brunch. 
Peanut Butter jelly, White tennis-shoes, 
back in the old days, you know how we use to do. 
Set back have a mile conversation, 
talking about life and every ridiculous situation.
When we set and talk, Our day is about over with,
then we'll chat and text each other the day after the picnic. 
A beautiful day with just me and you, 
being in love like teenagers, back in High-School. 
Each wind that blow, My love grows closer.
We'll cherish this moment as our days get older.

by Katherine Stella |
Categories: caregiving, death, dedication, depression, education, family, health, holiday, imagination, life, loss, lost love, love, mystery, parody, peace, people, places, political, sympathy, thank you, visionary, war, work

Life Is No Picnic

the fourth of july
is no kind of picnic for
our fallen soldiers




You Are Not Forgotten


Happy Fourth Of July To All

by Soulfire |
Categories: love, nature,

Fragile Habitats

That first picnic atop Mount Wells
with the silver survival 
blanket and flask 
steaming with tea and wild flowers bursting
yellow, cerise and indigo deep 
in sedge grass, you said 
“it takes seven years for Camas to grow 
back if  trampled,” and 
cautiously skirted the ruptures of colour
while I wondered how many
years to recover
if we tread too carelessly

 
     ~~~~~~~~


For Carol Brown's 'Picnic Time' contest

by Russell Sivey |
Categories: boyfriend, girlfriend, happiness, love, relationship, romance, romantic, old, old,

An Old Couple

An old couple sits facing west Having a picnic, they are blessed They overlook a short, small stream They each have some frozen ice-cream To jump in the stream is their test Daring to wade, they surely jest Bugs do bite them, a real life pest His heart’s hers, to always redeem An old couple They enjoy the view, just the best He would get something off his chest Marriage proposal, he did beam Romance sure ran wild, it did seem They saw the sunset facing west An old couple
Russell Sivey

by Lord James |
Categories: adventure, anniversary, beauty, boat, love, sea,

Sunset

Dark nimbus clouds form from far,
Eagles, Egrets and Hamerkops fly above in circles,
Eyeing the delicious evening picnic dinner on our laps.

Small waves form towards the beach,
But we still kissing in the sea
as we enjoyed the beautiful scenery.

In my old but sure partner,
We in her comfortably,
casting very long shadows on the water.

Imagine what we see?
Before us, there it was,
The most beautiful thing we've ever experienced,

In our honeymoon,
We witnessed the sunset in the sea.
Just the two of us.

by Larry Bradfield |
Categories: love,

A Day In June

A Day In June


We had a picnic here that June 
And laughed as rabbits played
We should have been back home by dark,
But we were young and stayed

'Twas a day the world was perfect
The smells the breeze and she
Nature put forth the best it had
And she had chosen me

We stopped the world a little while
And smiled that it was so
We held each other in our arms -
It wasn't long ago

Too soon the world began to turn
And swallowed up our love
The Summer days were gone and left
The darkened clouds above

Life moved on and took us with it -
We'd different seeds to sow.
But I recall that day in June -
It wasn't long ago

by Veronica Joseph |
Categories: childhood

Small Boys In Maine

Small boys in Maine
wear jackets in summer
late spring search for bugs and take nature walks
digging, turning over logs, sticking to trails
ankle deep in freezing water 
fishing
shaking
not getting out

small boys in Maine
love the ride to town in the pickup
love the berries and the ice house
its cold here all winter, townspeople tell them
so could you cant imagine
they are thoughtful

like the north pole

worse 
the old man growls
and poor Santa aint got whisky to make it through

ride back
bonfire picnic on the beach 
cold waves
running up and down they swoop back for a bite of food
we drink coffee
watch their childhood 
hold hands

by Judith Palmer |
Categories: break up, introspection, lost love,

An Olive Branch

When did we stop
  getting each other;

Did my grief
  and your grief

Mix into
  a thief

Who stole away
  in the night

Taking everything
  that was right

About you and me

The way we could
  see and feel

My mind says
  it was real.

Don't fail me
  with rejection
  again

Dejection
  like rain

Just one more 
  one more
  sandwich
  
Make it ham,
For the picnic.

by Phyllis Babcock |
Categories: nature,

Haiku 9

harvest moon
crops ripe for the picking...
wild turkey picnic

8/6/12




Just an extra note to let you know I will be away for two weeks.
Keep on writing. love phyl