"campout" poems - Hello Poetry

I know I am not really lying on the beach Eyes facing up towards the sky Where I really am is in Vienna In a small classroom filled with fourth graders Sitting in a circle in a room That was decorated in glow in the dark stars And a fake camp fire next to a cardboard cutout of a wolf I remember learning about the Oregon Trail And how cowboys would campout underneath stars Guns close by so other dangerous creators wouldn’t be And looking at the fake stars in that room I was in another world, a realer world Where the cosmos didn’t make stars Bullets did Silver bullets meant to hit werewolves Who were so compelled to howl at the moon They forwent the odds of being gunned down And so easily they could be when the moon Lit perfectly their silhouette Naked in plain view All the stars were silver bullets One that never met their target and flew Past the wolfs and up into the black sky Where they pierced the world’s barrio The bullet holes became not stars But un-mendable scars From men who wanting to mutilate The sky’s beauty with weapons There to remind me When the lights turned on in that classroom The glowing little stars melted into the white popcorn ceiling And as we, the fourth graders, disconnected our circle on the floor The reality of the origin of stars I had just come to know Never left me and the stars I see at night now Are not as real as the ones I saw that day.

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Nov 5, 2013

Nov 5, 2013 at 4:07 PM UTC

hayley-neininger

Star Bullets.

I know I am not really lying on the beach Eyes facing up towards the sky Where I really am is in Vienna In a small classroom filled with fourth graders Sitting in a circle in a room That was decorated in glow in the dark stars And a fake camp fire next to a cardboard cutout of a wolf I remember learning about the Oregon Trail And how cowboys would campout underneath stars Guns close by so other dangerous creators wouldn’t be And looking at the fake stars in that room I was in another world, a realer world Where the cosmos didn’t make stars Bullets did Silver bullets meant to hit werewolves Who were so compelled to howl at the moon They forwent the odds of being gunned down And so easily they could be when the moon Lit perfectly their silhouette Naked in plain view All the stars were silver bullets One that never met their target and flew Past the wolfs and up into the black sky Where they pierced the world’s barrio The bullet holes became not stars But un-mendable scars From men who wanting to mutilate The sky’s beauty with weapons There to remind me When the lights turned on in that classroom The glowing little stars melted into the white popcorn ceiling And as we, the fourth graders, disconnected our circle on the floor The reality of the origin of stars I had just come to know Never left me and the stars I see at night now Are not as real as the ones I saw that day.

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it's the red background and the sketched face since i started years ago and i haven't finished yet i'm kinda going crazy with stress and i leave the paints out all night long i guess my progress could be called grandiose, though! except for the fact that this began many years ago i lack the drive to do but impulse to sleep is here one more night the paints rest with the potato hopefully whites, yellows, and black have no fear.

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Feb 16, 2010

Feb 16, 2010 at 7:37 PM UTC

phillip-b-frank

paints on a campout

it's the red background and the sketched face since i started years ago and i haven't finished yet i'm kinda going crazy with stress and i leave the paints out all night long i guess my progress could be called grandiose, though! except for the fact that this began many years ago i lack the drive to do but impulse to sleep is here one more night the paints rest with the potato hopefully whites, yellows, and black have no fear.

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Boxford (Trees) Something wicked Towering over All that lives below, All seems quiet Until a storm initiates Armageddon on the lives beneath. Newburyport (Snowball Fight) You ever hang out With a dude you think Is a complete ******* But then you realize, After a wholesome Snowball fight, that He’s actually still ******* Terrible? Salem (Fake Witches) Demons are supposed To be horrifying- Morbid creatures Who wish the destruction Of all mortal begins. So yes, I’d consider You salem freaks “witches.” Haverhill (Badasses) The towers here are Reinforced with pure Awesomeness- If something was going To fall, it would have Done so already. Dogtown (Real Witches) The four mile hike Was terrifying. Each sound Proliferating In my mind As we walked. There were witches there alright, And at anytime, they could extend A cold hand and pull you into the night. Plum Island (Heath) Oh ******* **** My tank is low Why did I drive So far alone? It’s cold and baren Not a life form in sight, I’m about to break down- -And campout for the night.

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Apr 25, 2018

Apr 25, 2018 at 11:52 AM UTC

essexrain

Essex Breakdown

Boxford (Trees) Something wicked Towering over All that lives below, All seems quiet Until a storm initiates Armageddon on the lives beneath. Newburyport (Snowball Fight) You ever hang out With a dude you think Is a complete ******* But then you realize, After a wholesome Snowball fight, that He’s actually still ******* Terrible? Salem (Fake Witches) Demons are supposed To be horrifying- Morbid creatures Who wish the destruction Of all mortal begins. So yes, I’d consider You salem freaks “witches.” Haverhill (Badasses) The towers here are Reinforced with pure Awesomeness- If something was going To fall, it would have Done so already. Dogtown (Real Witches) The four mile hike Was terrifying. Each sound Proliferating In my mind As we walked. There were witches there alright, And at anytime, they could extend A cold hand and pull you into the night. Plum Island (Heath) Oh ******* **** My tank is low Why did I drive So far alone? It’s cold and baren Not a life form in sight, I’m about to break down- -And campout for the night.

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