Best Ferris Poems
I can't describe just how I feel,
when I go round on a Ferris wheel,
the lights, they shine so bold and bright,
above the carnival grounds tonight.
My mood is uplifted into the air,
as my heart beats without a care,
I feel so free, as if I could fly,
with nothing between the ground and I.
The cool night wind flows in my hair,
the people look so small, way down there,
I hold my breath as I go over the top,
a feeling, surreal, I don't want to stop.
As fear escapes and I enjoy the ride,
I can't help but look down, over the side,
I am up among the stars and the moon,
an exciting feeling that ends, all too soon.
Categories:
ferris, fun, happy, night, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
With cotton candy
Pink and dandy,
Funnel cakes, sweet
All you can eat
A Ferris wheel
To make you squeal,
The carousel
Sure looks swell
Toss a ring
To win something,
Pop a balloon
You'll get it soon
Try to get that prize
Go for the biggest size,
Win a pet if you wish
Take home a goldfish
Stay there all night
For every sound and sight,
Like a kid again, be
So much to do and see
Show off what you do
Win a ribbon, blue,
Shower what you raise
With the highest praise
Craft and quilt
By hands built,
Goodness canned
Grown on the land
Pumpkins and pies
To delight the eyes,
Each cow and pig
The biggest of the big
Farmer's best on display
Sat in a pile of hay,
Take in the dairy air
At the county fair!
Categories:
ferris, family, farm, food, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
The rusted Ferris wheel, a skeletal hand,
Points to a sky it can no longer command.
Once, laughter echoed, joy on the breeze,
Now silence reigns, whispered by the trees.
The carousel horses, their paint chipped and worn,
Dream of merry-go-rounds, of days yet unborn.
Once, children squealed, clinging to their steeds,
Now shadows dance, where happy laughter bleeds.
The cotton candy stand, its windows cracked and dim,
Holds the ghost of sweetness, a forgotten whim.
Once, sugary clouds, a magical delight,
Now only dust motes, swirling in the light.
The roller coaster track, a metal serpent curled,
Whispers of thrills, a forgotten world.
Once, screams of delight, a dizzying race,
Now only rust and wind, in this silent space.
The park stands empty, a monument to time,
A reminder of moments, once so sublime.
The ghosts of laughter, echo in the breeze,
Whispering of memories, of happy, carefree days.
Categories:
ferris, fun, memory, sad,
Form:
Rhyme
Everyone has a seat as fate is spun
on the ambiguous simple machine,
which circles surely as Earth does the Sun.
People have daily battles to be won,
from lowly peasants to a regal queen,
everyone has a seat as fate is spun.
Origins of happiness can have begun
as a sorrowful, mean-spirited scene,
which circles surely as Earth does the Sun.
Adventure and danger are thrills for some,
while more sob or fight to remain serene.
Everyone has a seat as fate is spun.
As some rise, others fall and cannot run,
all entrapped by an event unforeseen,
which circles surely as Earth does the Sun.
Truth is static and when the day is done
no one can escape from fortune’s routine.
Everyone has a seat as fate is spun,
which circles surely as Earth does the Sun.
Categories:
ferris, life, people, earth, ,
Form:
Villanelle
ferris wheel
rising with the moon and stars
suddenly stops
but hey diddle diddle
almost jump over the moon
Categories:
ferris, autumn, cat, humorous, moon,
Form:
Tanka
FERRIS WHEEL
In a constant lack of motion
through the window of your mind,
all you seek is your seclusion
and a friend who's hard to find;
you've been looking through the window
at someone you never see,
never reaching for a reason
never thinking I'm just me.
As if you want to be alone.
Or just another skipping stone,
with someone who's much better known.
In the hopeless life you're living,
there are friends who leave you cold,
it's a ferris wheel you're riding,
and the song is getting old;
all the things you've held most dearly
come to nothing in the end,
and your search is overlooking
someone who's more than your friend.
Someone who'd be there when you cry.
Who'd never think of asking why,
who could help you learn to fly.
Living songs about confusion
like a puppet on a string,
one is pulled and your responding
is whatever pull should bring;
you will go in this direction
everyone says you should go,
and the person you are hiding
is someone you'll never know.
Out through the window is your friend.
From your beginning, to the end,
who will give, but never lend.
© ron arbuthnot
Categories:
ferris, allusion, anxiety, best friend,
Form:
Lyric
The inevitable envy we feel
When we see our neighbour’s wealth
The eternal Ferris wheel
Up now, then down
The wheel turns
To be up
And to be down
Yet the greatest of us
Rise to the challenge
Of when being up
And seeing far
Not to look down
On those below
Not to spit
And not to drop
Popcorn snow
On those below
For who knows when
A turn – and then
Those above
Will fall from love
And become in a cycle
The bottom few
On the poor man’s pew
Hat in hand
To beggarly stand
Categories:
ferris, irony, poverty, success,
Form:
Free verse
#Ferris wheel
It was one of those nights that you are not altogether surely did it happen.
there are no photographs, no receipts, no scrawled journal entries.
just a memory sitting in my mind like a half blown fireworks, rushing
to fill colors to the sky, waiting to disintegrate into nothing.
as i close my eyes, the picture played like a blurry montage.
I can see us driving for hours,until the street lights grew less familiar
the flickering post lamp, giving away to the stars.
then sitting across with you on a highest Ferris wheel ride, I see your soulful eyes
enticing, mirroring the beautifully lighted town from south, embracing lake fields and mountains, your hands reaching mine, your voice wisps a husky tone.
the conversation we had about everything, and nothing. And kissing you-
i remember that, It was one of those nights my mind can't be sure of,
that wonders if I was there at all, it is as though i never left.
--km
Categories:
ferris, adventure, kiss, summer,
Form:
Light Verse
Top of Ferris Wheel
My shooting star pierced heaven
Time runs slowly out
Categories:
ferris, allegory, death, introspection, life,
Form:
Haiku
some other world passed by that night
through wet circles on the glass.
against the blur of dark and light
crowds swarmed and walked en-masse.
the storm picked up along South Shore
spitting patterns on the screen.
the wipers rubbed and squeaked once more
leaving fan shapes where they’d been.
the lights that danced above the clubs
were synced to move like real.
they chased down piers and past the pubs
and round the ferris wheel.
our car would crawl and stop again
as we queued in single file.
through steamed up windows and driving rain
beat the heart of The Golden Mile.
Categories:
ferris, family, light, night,
Form:
Rhyme
The ferris wheel holds a fascination for me I cannot explain,
It produces a profound excitement I find hard to contain.
It goes round and round with the wind in my face,
And I look down from above in my happy place.
From on top you can see a city bathed in lights,
It is alive, sparkling, with a view to excite.
Your troubles disappear when you are on the ferris wheel,
It produces instant gratification, and a joy you can’t conceal.
I’d like to bottle that feeling you get from the fair,
It’s an exhilaration you can’t get just anywhere.
Having a hot dog and cotton candy is part of the fun,
But the thrill of the ferris wheel can’t be outdone.
Categories:
ferris, fun, happiness,
Form:
Rhyme
Riding so long, I feel nauseous
They won’t stop the Ferris wheel
My throat is dry and cracked from screaming
Stop!, Please Stop!
Up, up - ground shifting at dizzying heights
Down, down - crashing, stomach flopping
White knuckles from holding the grimy bar
Smell of metal and cooking meat all around
Creaking and moaning of hot gears and
Weight under tension
Unnerving canting and swaying of
A rickety car with black grease oozing from
Over-worked pivot points and hinges
Just another day at the carnival….
And being Bipolar.
Categories:
ferris, angst, confusion, depression, introspection,
Form:
Narrative
The honky-tonk music of ferris wheel rides
Still enchant, as I used to stretch my hands
To gather a chain of moondust above
A glittered skytop, while the breeze drones
Evening's jubilant melody:
And the lilting rhythm of a float's cadence thrills
While girlhood days screech after three, four circles
As Daddy laughs, bringing forth the sizzle
Of warm hotdogs. O, how memorable
the hushabye from a rickety carousel.
But life seems absurdly mechanical today,
Where robotic noise reigns the game, zooming:
How plastic tickets computerized would never
Become dulcet memoirs gently tucked
Within a musical box. How modern scheme changes
A once-anticipated warble of the ringmaster...
Crooning youth's jingle as carnival arrives:
Now, a recorded playlist jigs; I feel numb.
11/1/2017
Written for Eve Rover's The Sounds of the Past
Theme: Photo 1
Categories:
ferris, celebration, nostalgia,
Form:
Light Verse
the good
The doors to my mind and heart
circle as revolving doors.
A peek inside and you see
happy memories and joyous events,
the loves, and lifelong friendships
A cul-de-sac, though a dead end,
has a circular finish, a merry-go-round
that accumulates happiness as it spins
into a cloud of beauty and nature,
compassion, gods, and faith.
The breathless moments in life,
birth, newness, novelty, exuberance
in being, living, experiencing
laughter, butterflies, and springtime
within my soul, my gratitude.
the bad
The doors to my mind and heart
circle as revolving doors.
A peek inside and you see
the pocks of the years that came
to leave their soured, sadistic truths.
So, like a cul-de-sac you may enter
but the exit is the same as you came.
A Ferris wheel, past the highs and lows
of lost hopes, of murky dreams that end
with more questions than I will answer…
A dead end with death as the prize
for endless dreary days and noxious nights
of sorrow, sadness, misery, and grief
with no hope, no desire, no ambition
faith gone and forgone, abortive.
the ugly
The doors to my mind and heart
circle as revolving doors.
A peek inside and you see
the sear of anger and revenge
spiraling apocalyptically.
The cul-de-sac where giant wind turbines
turn and churn and gnaw at my insides
generating incompressible turbulence
that amasses until it ruptures, spewing
rage and outrage that I will honor…
In and out, inescapable, dead
like my heart, my soul black as coal,
seeking retribution for perceived
wrongs against me, ill-timed and
sanguinary persecution.
Categories:
ferris, anger, dark, hate, life,
Form:
Free verse
around
And Around
Convergence news chirality
Convenient use hue rainbow chronology carnality
Fast tracks flashbacks
New convergent reality
Hypocritical political
Around and around
Tangent stanger truth is not fiction
Again realities convictions
Fantasies detention
Why does my spirit soul are mine so hurt?
Reason I'm in a alternate universe
Here on this filthy Earth
Feel like I'm on a Ferris wheel of Life
No lie, goodbye?
6/18/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Categories:
ferris, absence, adventure, analogy, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse