by Mike Gentile |
Categories:
angst, growth, hope, how i feel, life, memory,
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,
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,
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,
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,
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,
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
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,
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,
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,
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
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,
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
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,
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,
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,
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,
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
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,
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 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,
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
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
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,
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,
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