Best Carousel Poems
I hear their laughter and see their bright smiles,
Going round and round with joy together,
Their rhapsody reaches far beyond miles,
I hear their laughter.
I believe their dreams make this world brighter,
Rich childhood experiences in wee while
Will teach the love to make them grow better,
A hold of their hands, a care that's tactile.
Carousel, a cradle of young dreamer,
Children galloping up and down in style
I hear their laughter.
©2013by Leonora Galinta
Aug. 17, 2013 12.50am
Form: Roundel
Second Place
Contest: Carousel in Roundel
Judged: 8/19/2013
Sponsor: Poet Nette Onclaud
A frozen chunk..
his numb heart thumping against
the malady of raging menace
ears pressed on a twisted loop
his wailing scars defy imprudence.
Gasping as his skin festers
with decaying yellow leaves
awaiting his impending doom
on snow covered in blood red weapons
his drooping eyes imagine his existence
bidding farewell to the soldier
echoing memories of his beloved
rustling leaves wipe in Autumn's whirlwind
smiling faces beginning to dissolve...
Oh but what about angels?
Wouldn't they caress his last wishes..
How he listens to wretched silence
in desolate sounds of trampled twigs..
Envisioning fallacies of resurrection
warm his frozen courage
he succumbs to an eternal slumber..
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Swaying in a hammock of ecstasy
he wakes up at twilight
away from the frozen battlefield.
The sultry aroma of electric waves
twirling to seduce him in azure blaze,
his beloved's fingers entwined
to trace sandcastles on his palms,
an albatross afar orchestrating
vibrating shades of dusk in rhythms,
dancing flames of haloed stars
on a galactic opera in breeze..
His carousel of Cashmere threads is a dream
that pulls him away from dark shadows.
He walks freely on a tranquil plane
immersed in oceans of his symphony,
his love gazes in awe of his courage..
Let his soul rest on his soft dreams
wavering like stars from heavenly willow,
slipping in pirouettes to streams of oblivion
he breathes in the silence of his anodyne...
Is there no way left to go but round?
the scenery uncomfortably familiar
dizzying remorse
exhausted excuses
hoarse from screaming,
I LOVE YOU!
June 9, 2020
on and on and on
we climbed on painted horses
we hitched a ride on a conga line
rode on the luggage collection airport rides
watched the slide-show cycles on endless repeats
for life's a carousel of roundabouts
on those merry-go-rounds,
on and on, on and on,
with no beginning,
end or meaning,
spinning not
to heaven,
nor hell,
dream
on
Drawn in was I by a loud cheery sound.
Calliope! I rushed straight to the place
where beautiful creatures moved round and round
in quite a wondrous and magical chase.
Colorful horses were in their own pose.
Prancing were they, so I ran fast alongside
a white, pretty horse – the one that I chose
for my most marvelous carousel ride.
Up and down, round and round, and then it seemed
after what must have been hours had gone by,
the horses – like no other ride I'd dreamed -
left the ground and circled up to the sky!
April 5, 2020
A gentle push,
a bell rings
as we slowly move,
and the music begins.
The horse goes up
with mane of blue
and tail of orange
moving faster, too.
The horse goes down
all blue and white
with a saddle of red
and a pole to hug tight.
Round we go
with benches to sit
if horse riding
is not your fit.
Faster around as the music
grows louder too.
Its a flying machine
with horses of blue.
A machine that slowly winds down
like a music box with a dancing doll.
The horses move ever slower until
the ride is over ... thats all.
Were you way up high
when the music stopped?
Or was your horse very low ...
my how it did drop!!
Can we go around again,
oh please, oh please.
Forever and always
blue horse in the breeze.
Henry picked a ladybug;
Hadley chose a fly.
Mine was striped but not a bug
I could identify.
Up and down and round and round,
With music jangling on,
We rode the carousel until
The time we had was gone.
Grandpa took the photos;
Nana thought up rhymes
And had to ride, on different bugs,
With Hadley two more times.
loud organ music plays
painted horses mounted on poles
buy a ticket to ride
P.R.Deremer
Walking in sunshine, along life's highway,
Smiling with happiness feeling just fine.
Music fills my soul I am loving this day
Walking in sunshine
A carousel awaits me, horses look fine,
The music making me dream a lovers play,
Twisting my hair until my face meets thine,
Riding together, our bodies sway
Happiness prevails in this heart of mine,
Where is the lover my dreams portray,
Walking in sunshine.
Contest: Carousel in Roundel
Penned by Seren Roberts. On 16 August 2013
Silent horses
Shiny coats
Faded dull
Wait in an empty carousel.
Once they were ready to charge
Dependable and brave
Rows of wooden horses mounted on posts
Moving up and down
Galloping to the accompaniment of
Gypsy music
On wings that could go anywhere
A young imagination wished.
Darkness comes again
Shadows move in the dim light
Memories
Of families watching
Children
Wind in their hair
Caught in the thrill of the ride
Wanting to go
Round and round
The carousel
Just one more time.
The hurdy gurdy music
Plays
Louder and louder
Daring young hands
To reach for the brass ring
And all their dreams.
In the morning mist
The Gypsies break camp
Speaking in whispers
Fires are dampened
Guitars put away
Wagons moved out
Past farms
And open fields
As the Vagabonds
Continue their sad journey
In search of another carousel.
Seasons travel in time
Mood and weather swings the chime
Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall
Birds, trees play 'round 'til nightfall
Seasons change year round, turn 'round!
Fast, colors whirl by
In the springtime of our years
Now seems like a dream
Overlooking from the hill, an ancient water well
casts a muted shadow bound in sunset’s wondrous spell.
Gold etched emeralds wave goodnight, across the sylvan dell
while mysterious lullabies of songbirds sound the knell.
The venerable old scarecrow from his pike knows all too well;
the secrets whispered by the trees, but he will never tell.
Tranquility of newborn night, so beautiful and frail,
comes around, and goes around, the summer carousel.
5/14/16
Written for: Monorhyme Contest
Hosted by: Shadow Hamilton
Fettered beasts circle;
journey's end always eludes.
Never to run free...
The funfair was in full swing.
And why not, now it was Spring.
To the carousel, Ella and me,
We tried to find a horse that was free.
Places on horses were taken by all
Except for one, it was a windfall.
Ella sat in front, holding the sturdy pole
Whilst I sat holding her waist like a mole.
Music played a radiant refrain,
Echoing dreams, again and again.
The carousel began its round, a slow spin
People shouted or laughed a joyous din.
Soon, the speed was slightly increased
Oh boy, did we enjoy this lovely feast!
Then the brakes were applied and all came to a halt.
I fell on Ella’s neck, it was not my fault.
I felt her warm flesh and gave her a kiss.
We decided to have another go as this was bliss.