"smores" poems
The end of summer is such a ******
The end of picnic's in the park
The end of Fireworks in the dark
The end of State fairs
The end of outdoor booths were people sell their wares
The end of camping and roasting Smores
All too soon we will back indoors
The end of outdoor Music Fests
Too soon to be replaced with books and taking tests
I hope what remains is some good memories of Summer to keep us warm all fall and winter long
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
I wished on a star too
Skipped rocks, flew off the inner tube
Played capture the flag, hide and go seek
Summer camp and climbing trees.
Passing notes, amusement parks, sports awards
Just Dance, sleepovers, boogie boards
Tire swings, smores, shirley temples,
Neighborhood friends, trampolines... few troubles.
A shooting star passed,
Silent tornadoes of memories
Come, lets ponder the time machine.
Just a kid, or maybe an adult- I'm 18.
Cherish past experiences, live for your dreams.
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 10:47 PM UTC
Scouting Minerals with some pirates.
A while ago- Stopped and thought, drank some tea.
A little while ago- Watched American ****** read Fear and loathing in Las Vegas while watching the movie Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas while on Lsd.
Some time ago- slept in, Slept with someone, listened to "Endless, Nameless" on repeat for four straight hours.
Not too long ago- HaD a DrEaM tHaT i CaN't ReMeMbEr, had an acoustic nightmare, melted the atmosphere of my brain with ***** and had a cancer attack.
A light year ago- Watched Live Leak while eating smores, more and more, more or less, she was ********** which was cool and all but I got a little scared.
A minute ago- typed the last line which isn't this line but is supposed to be, I guess.
Garrett Johnson.
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 4:10 PM UTC
there's this boy,
dark hair, light-brown skin,
his eyes warm like a campfire,
with my melting marshmallow heart,
my fever for him grows, i love him,
squished between the graham crackers of guilt,
because i love her as well.
-lilac
Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 3:58 PM UTC
A marshmallow slowly roasted over a campfire
Some chocolate oozing down my face
some gram crackers crunching under my teeth
I can't always make smores but I can have some more
I want some more kindness to put a smile on my face
I want to express that kindness to others around me
I want some more quality time with family
I want some more good friends to surround me
I want to be a great friend in return
I want some more compassion to ground me
I want more passion when I right even if it keeps me at night
I want the sight to find the beauty around me and you
Do you want smores too?
Do you want some more in life?
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 5:53 PM UTC
Senseless
Palm trees wrapped with barbed wire.
I like gingerbread cookies of pillsbury dough, of that you already know.
Frappuccinos without whipped.
Like a dream
Y.M.C.A.
Rollerblading the past is fading.
Summer camps horseback riding, rock climbing, arts & crafts.
Friends confiding, connections binding, lots of laughs.
Swimming, smores, canouing, & row boats.
Gemini Loved Scorpio
Solar system of a higher altitude.
Astrology to set the mood.
A date which is charming & not rude. Greek or mexican? My favorite food.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 2:54 PM UTC
A marshmallow slowly roasted over a campfire
Some chocolate oozing down my face
some gram crackers crunching under my teeth
I can't always make smores but I can have some more
I want some more kindness to put a smile on my face
I want to express that kindness to others around me
I want some more quality time with family
I want some more good friends to surround me
I want to be a great friend in return
I want some more compassion to ground me
I want more passion when I write even if it keeps me at night
I want the sight to find the beauty around me and you
Do you want smores too?
Do you want some more in life?
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 9:19 AM UTC
Last night was a perfect night,
watching shooting stars across the sky
the crackling firewood
and the glimmer in our eyes;
smores, and stories
of troubled times
and how we're grateful we made it out alive.
Scripture study fireside,
testimonies, and lots of tears cried,
lead to long group hugs to dry our eyes.
This is what real Friendship feels like:
this is remembering why I needed to stay alive,
this is why I'm grateful for God's presence in my life.
And I think I'm learning,
"borrowed time"
means staying up until the sunrise
and still calling it Saturday night.
Why else would He have created Summertime?
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 2:18 AM UTC
It is Christmas in July
The neighbor's having BBQ's
Inviting not just a few, but as many as they can fit
To roast Smores and sing songs around the fire pit
They even gave a poor boy a soft ball mitt
They fed some local homeless men and women too
They also inspired some random acts of kindness
I hope the trend spreads like wildfire
It is a wonderful time to put aside any family feuds
I don't know if the story will make the news
It is really up to me and you, to make it Christmas In July and all year too!
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 4:06 PM UTC
It smells like summer on the island
Like laundry and leaves
Like late-afternoon lakewater
And pollen-filled breeze
I remember my summers on the island
The bunkbeds and bonfires
Beaches, bikinis
And dirt roads under dark tires
Birch trees and blackberries
Blue birds and sour cherries
Two hours on the ferry
Summer on the island
Lawn chairs and lemonade
Hammock-hanging, holidaying
Laying in the lazy shade
Hiking high into the bright blue sky
Deep inhale and satisfied sigh
We had been waiting for this
Our summer on the island
Cold tides and closed eyes
Penny candy and pecan pie
Crop-tops, flip-flops, tree-forts and drop-offs
Crayfish, crayons
And breakfast on the dock at dawn
This was summer on our island
Millions of mosquitoes, minnows and movies till midnight
Eating smores in the smoky firelight
Running through the trailer park in the rain after dark
Our summer on this island
Everything was my favourite part
I loved it all
The grass
The trees
The foamy waterfall
Sun, seagulls and sand dunes
Either services or sleeping in till noon
Sweet island summer, over too soon
Summer on the island
Was a lifetime ago
The island was my summer
But I’m letting go.
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 3:38 PM UTC
you are splatter-painting in my living room
bright red like blood,
like the light in the room from that day you took me away
framed in the center.
"Oh."
we chase and try to catch the moon, but it isn’t out tonight, so
we hold each other instead.
I use my garden as a tightrope and you challenge me like a ringmaster.
I’m in a spangled leotard, turning for you, charming under the ink sky, and you go inside to make me some smores.
You said you couldn’t stay over because you had work in the morning, but I woke up to your elbows and my coffee.
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC
ey yo gurl
you make me hurl
champs back to you
for a sweet alley-oop
Give xerath a boop
right on the head
he prolly shoulda read
this ain't yogi-bear
I fill caskets, not pic-a-nic-baskets
feel free to ask it
You know I got a task it-
Starts and ends with a flip
and a stun
so don't give me lip about this tent
I've got the smores, so don't get bent
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Never seen you here before until today with your
Smile and your grace , and your style , and your face
Looking at me as I stare into the dark corridors,
Your pride melted like cheap smores that devoured
Souls of their assisters and brother keepers , we don't
Ignore the way they treat us,
I got the remedy In case your anxiety comes like a
Sequel in hopes to hide the truth to a better meaning,
That's lethal,
Never seen such light like yours ,
Your neon's peaking,
Earthquake your fate into a mistake that Carry's weight
And extra baggage so that you won't get a date to who
Is just right or average.
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 6:12 AM UTC
Loneliness is a common illness.
Yet I reside in it selfishly,
The White walls are all Black,
My mind fades oft to the back.
You made the attempt,
And I made the refuse,
Self-destruction my only attribute.
Pain my only friend.
I see death and hear it too,
It calls out to me in the form of the blues.
I am reaping what I have sown,
Soon, my soul will embark on its final toll.
Love is absent,
Cold is present,
I wish I could feel,
But feelings are for childlike yesterday’s.
I was a happy boy once,
But age is just a number,
At 16 I am older than most,
My face a grave testament, to the graves of friends sentiment.
I am sick with an illness,
One for me not to be cured.
I wish I believed in fate,
It would be much easier then.
Yet there is no one to blame,
Or hide behind,
Only my shadow to reside beside,
Only your memory to taunt my mind.
I have made many mistakes,
And will make many more,
One day in fact I think I’ll be poor,
But the greatest by far,
Was to leave you barred,
To leave you stranded in the backseat of that car.
The wind is calling me now,
It talks to me somehow,
Sayin’ “You won’t be much longer now, won’t be left alone to frown.”
I answer, “Come back when I am dead,”
It echoes, “Won’t be much longer now.”
The tears are empty,
So is the pitcher.
How can I be with ya?
Never, never, never.
I have trouble sleeping,
Harder still to make sense,
Because my dreams are haunting
To this day the leave men incensed.
I am going crazy,
Slowly but surely.
Soon you’ll see me on your door.
Wanting to get our favorite smores.
Silence, now, silent void.
The wind is no longer whispering.
The walls no longer menacing.
Only me, without.
My mind not even speaking,
Not daring to break what is happening.
The windows open without noise,
Outside I can see my future,
Lit in a light other than the moon.
What I see… makes me hope I die soon.
Mar 31, 2010
Mar 31, 2010 at 8:09 PM UTC
Bad girl attitude; going commando; skirt and open toes. Haters look – **** them hoes. Bad ***** and I’m on the go; Love him not; I know for sure. Rather be bad by myself; that’s for sure. Don’t need a man; just his credit card; Hitachi wand, and a pack of Smores. She loves all types of fun, but loves their money more. After all, that’s what men are for. Try and use her for her body; jaws falling on the floor. Naughty little thing; crawling on the floor; touch her fur, and make her kitty cat purr. Spoiled herself with fun; always come back for more. She’s the one; ones scattered on the floor. Bad girls play around; good girls have way more fun.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 4:50 PM UTC
Anything could go wrong at
Any time for
Any one for
Usually no reason at all
That’s why I neurotically say always be careful.
Things can be
Repaired or
Replaced
But with lives there are
No do-overs
No take backs
And no telling what could happen
At any moment
Once a life is extinguished its
Gone
And you can never get them back
And you can never say you’re
Sorry
And you’ll never see them again
Never tell them how absolutely much you
I love you
Never tell them to pick up milk on their way
Home
Never tell them about a new song you heard and
Dance around the kitchen looking like fools
Until you catch each others eyes and fall over laughing
In a heap on the ground
Struggling for breath
When you wake up from a dream
Good dream, bad dream
The feeling of excitement or fear is replaced
By nothing at all
Just a sudden drop in your stomach
When you realize there’s no one to tell
No one to laugh at the absurdity of dreams
Or to comfort you from the darkness of nightmares
No one to make tea with in the middle of the night
Or an over complicated recipe for dinner
Or pancakes for breakfast
Or smores by a fire
To tell you that you look fine
Or ridiculous in what you’re wearing
That you have paint on your face
And twigs in your hair
That you are wonderful
And you are loved
And everything will be ok
Even when you’re not sure you want it to be
Tell them everyday
You love them
And believe them when they
Love you too
And ignore their cries of protest
When you say a little too often
Please be careful
Jul 28, 2011
Jul 28, 2011 at 3:53 PM UTC
#
if thunderstorms are to come
it'd be just like rain
i'll sway and sing tunes
along the electric beats
if tsunamis are to come
it'd be just like beaches
i'll surf along the waves
and will never seek land
if tornadoes are to come
it'd be just like wind
i'll fly my kite above
and will never pull the string
if earthquakes are to come
it'd be just like waltz
i will nail every step
and forever i will groove
if the forests are to burn
it'd be just a bonfire
i'll make tons of smores
and i will never share
if the world is to end
it'd be just a morning
for a world that is burning
is a world that is shining
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 10:51 PM UTC
-smash the telephone,
make sure it hits hard pavement
1,000 piece minimum
-tilt lit candle
onto wooden countertop
maybe make smores?
-smear sephora
****** words
painted on windows of the honda
-find out
what sledding through the window
really feels like
-use the car keys
as if they were wings
up up & away
-be the girl
who runs away
to start her life
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 10:29 PM UTC
Hear the whistling wind. See the snow flakes fall. Look at ice crystals as they glisten like jewels on tree limbs. School is cancelled for a snow day and children laugh and fall down on patches of ice as they skate and sled. Hot chocolate had replaced iced tea and marsh mellows stick to your nose as you try to eat hot smores. The heat of summer has vanished and the bluster of fall has gone. Now is a joyous and restful time as the song of winter is sung.
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 11:24 PM UTC
You know that feeling
When you get inspired
Something deep inside you
Is locked and loaded
Ready to transpire
Making thoughts come to life
Making what you feel
Burst into flames
And burn…
It’s like a warm campfire,
And the smell of
Smores and hotdogs
Are on the tips of your tongue,
Like back in the days
When you where younger…
Cause when you’re four years old
Everything seems to be so alive
Cause you’re not worried about
“How the hell will I make ends meet?”
Or “How will I survive?”
You’re so focused on living
That life tends to slip away…
When life slips,
You soon begin to notice,
That things aren’t the way
They used to be,
Seeing that inspiration
Doesn’t come as quickly…
Sometimes it’ll take
What feels like forever,
Just to get those
Old dusty synapsis to fly,
Take flight and mirror
What I feel inside…
Cause digging deep is easy,
Translating it though,
Can take some time.
See my soul
Speaks Latin,
A language of love to the core…
I only speak English
With a bit of French
Which is quite poorly done…
I try so **** hard,
Just to pour out my soul,
And let you splash around
Till your soaked with my ideas,
Shivering with my experiences
I just want you to understand…
What I’ve been through,
What I’ve survived,
How I was before I had to fight,
Just to stay alive…
See when I was little
To be inspired
Was a natural state of being,
Now it’s just
Plugging my mind
Into an outlet
Hopping the socket
Isn’t dead yet…
Cause I’m dying a little
Each and every day…
I just want my words
To have some meaning
So when I am gone,
They’ll all have something to say…
I don’t wanna change the world,
I’d be satisfied with
One heart,
One mind,
One soul…
Cause ever since I decided,
That putting my pen to the paper,
Was a good idea,
I’ve wanted to impact
To change someone,
Just one…
Cause life’s a big domino effect,
If I can open your mind,
Maybe you can do the same some day?
All I want is to inspire,
So I pour out my soul,
And write my life away…
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 6:39 PM UTC
I roasted marshmallows over our burning memories
The pictures caught fire like the love we once had.
I covered it in the only thing that tasted sweeter than you,
And smashed it between our opposite barriers.
I devoured our love in all it's sticky, false goodness...
And at the end of the day, it was the best smores I'd ever had.
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 9:20 PM UTC
1. A blur of sparklers at night during the summer and getting burned every time.
2. The blue and pink colors of the Texas sky that looks like a ****** painting
3. The almost unbearable warmth that made you want to sleep in the fridge
4. My stepdad would ask me what I wanted for dinner because mom wasn't home and neither of us knew where she was
5. I remember being horrified of the doctors and my stepdad blowing up gloves and drawing faces on them.
6. That everyone that it was weird I liked my marshmallows for smores almost chard
7. I thought my fashion sense was amazing, with my Hannah Montana shirt and glitter perfume.
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 6:19 PM UTC
Waking up this morning felt like i’d already done so much wrong , the taunting voice i haven’t heard for a while was back with jibes of ” not good enough”.Still, the day moved by and the sun blazed most of the time away. So we spend a few hours napping and wake up thinking it’s the morning again. Soon after a movie lunch i’m anxious , heightened to a level where i scroll and scroll through social media screens until i pull myself away and meditate. This time i am aware . I sit facing the west , asking for release , feeling and not running . Acknowledging and sending love with conscious intent of “let go” to the moments, “let go” the people whom those moments are attached to. I feel it out , like being birthed. Like being birthed there is painful slowness where the depth and intricacy of the moment are safeguarded by sturdy patience , slow my soul to a standstill …. Of breath and closed eyes - frankincense smoke and angel guide so close to my ear breaths whisper fallacies away and when all is still , there - then , the tears and drooling mouth where i don’t care for the vampire stealing some poor soul elsewhere nor the motion of the sun’s axis. Breathing , stretching , balance. A timeless viewpoint arriving back in the frame. When all is ready the tree calls out for a conversation . The bed is filled with a love , whom i eye with new lenses each day , checking to see if i am seeing an image i desire or the majestic view of a wild solitary flame in the middle suburb. But , there he is. Even clearer than before. Take one hole at a time he told me once about a golfer. Take each 24 hours at a time. I become honorary American. I eat 2 smores and 3 deer grace us with their ethereal presence as the luminescent flare of final sunshine dip dives to dusk’s quintessential hue of deep ocean blue. Grandma has a hungry monster inside her as i eat the watermelon grown with pesticides in a house full of things. Tarot cards are up to 35. It’s easier to wake up here early , it’s like the day slides like melted butter off pancakes.
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC
There's this void inside me,
a vacuum ,you know?
It often expands like a balloon but inflates really slow.
And when this void expands, it screams at me.
I sush it for a while but it doesn't stop,you see.
It yells' Don't hold Yourself up, go, wander free.
Go run into the world, set off for your journey.
Catch these dreams you have, keep it by your side
I know you want to let go and flow with the tide
.'
'Fill me in' This vacuum inside me cries.
'Fill me in with the starry scene as you lay down on the grass somewhere,
Fill me in with the delicious smores and scary stories you share by the campfire.
Shower me with the sprinkles of water as you raft in a swift river
And as you get scared of falling,
feel your adrenaline rush with a shiver.
Erase me with the giggles and laughter you share with the strangers
Complete me with the joy of new friendships you gather in your purse.
Hit me with the snowballs that you throw as you laugh sticking your tongue out,
Cover me with your red cheeks and freezing nose when you get hit while you pout.
Love, fall so hard in love that your story will be told in days ahead.
Hurt me with your heart breaks and the tears that you shed.
Tire me with long walks of the mountain
And when you're in awe at the beautiful sunset, you won't recall the pain.
Color me up with the blush on your cheeks as you kiss
Shiver me with the strange feeling, betold as bliss.
Confuse me with your screams mixed with laughter as you get chased by a cow
Relax me with your smiles as you open up your heart that's been locked
till now.
Annoy me with your banters with new mates,
Just fill me in with whatever your journey gets.
You've always wanted to go on an adventure , have you not?
So why're you shying away now, don't give it a lot of thought.
This is your soul speaking, this is you, yourself, the void.
Don't let it be' the child is grown,the dream is gone' thing as said by Pink Floyd.
Promise me will you?
Such a work you are,pheww.'
I listen to the screams that my void lets out,
and i try to comfort it
'Soon, when the time is right,okay?'
i mutter as i feel my heart beat.
The void's quiet now, i guess it gave up on me
I frown and i stare at abyss, i think, i think about my dreams and all i want to be.
Today, i waved everyone goodbye,
unknown of my return.
I finally mustered up the courage, and set off for the Sun.
Early in the morning, i said' Hey void, your name's going to change'
I guess it understood, for the feeling i had was so strange.
' Here i come, my own little adventure,
Smile, your waiting days are over.'
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 9:47 AM UTC