Best Maypole Poems

Spring bows to thrill of cayenne summer,    
dreams spiced in youthful glow come May.
Bright ribbons wake my bare feet’s slumber. 
Spring bows to thrill of cayenne summer!
Rainbows pleat dance, no clouds encumber 
my twirling limbs, life's weaved sashay. 
Spring bows to thrill...

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LIFE IS LIKE A MAYPOLE

Outstretch above are blue skies and golden sunshine
as train of threads is softly thug and braid to a pole.
Behold, this sky high pole of bright crayon colors,
they speak slowly about life in quite a number. . .

Sturdy wooden pole standing high...

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The complexities of life colours our world
We are taken on a long and sometimes complicated journey
Like being on a roller coaster where there are many twists and turns
No day is ever the same - it can be a smooth or a bumpy ride
Thankfully we don’t...

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Life as a maypole, is an interesting theme
where schemes we might plan can get tangled with dreams 

The things I had dreamed of, to better my life,
would often get tangled, with wrong versus right
Some streams of the ribbons, were shadowed with doubt
The world was an...

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The land shrugs off the chill of winter
And emerges into spring’s full beauty.
The things barren bloom hereafter.
People remember me as an icon of vitality
I am erected and decorated with ribbons,
People dance winding ribbons around the spire.
The young couples dancing around me
Get licensed to “go into...

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From a roulette of colored bands,
sewn by the pole of Maytime’s cheer
round and round, we dance lively swirls
encircling the gilded carousels.
Floats of laughter merrily wafts
as jiggling arms  offer  Spring’s pleasure,
through music warmed by folks beaming
under one sun,  we  form a ring.
And...

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in, out ribbons held
around and round the Maypole
building as they go
around, around in and out
weaving patterns in their dance

in, out, days of life
round and around through the years
building as we go
around, around in and out
weaving patterns of our life

over under- braid 
we weave our days...

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The dancers weave, their threads are wound;
some gold, some red, some darkest brown.
Their cords (our lives) spun to the sound
of Mother Earth changing her gown.

Some gold, some red, some darkest brown;
the ribbons pull us round and round
as Mother Earth changes her gown.
Fine patterns form, colors...

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The web of life, so beautifully woven
by ribbon paths of which we've chosen.

The colors, then so stunningly enhanced
when we answer the call to join the dance.

Each part important in the grander scheme;
a miss step could crush others dreams.

In dance we cross the paths of others,
becoming...

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Grab a hold and take a spin
You destiny shall begin

Hang on tight
With all your might

You’ll want to reach
The very end

Pick any color you desire
Red, yellow, pink or even saffire

The pink ribbon sends you flying high
The blue and yellow can’t touch the sky

The dance will begin
And...

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Life Is Like A Maypole.
In our spring, we are born; 
our dance begins as inter-woven events 
and experiences build our future.

Blood-red trauma,
wraps itself around our happiest moments…
it never wins. 
Always uplifted by orange-joys, 
winding ribbons, we heal a bit.
Intermingling emotions are etheric ribbons;
round and round,...

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Life is colorful,
Bright, vibrant and always fun
For children and fools....

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I recall the time my parents created a maypole,
                       in our backyard to celebrate the arrival of spring;

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I'll weave my thoughts into dreams of glory.
Just maybe I'll inspire with my story.

This journey long on a pebbled road.
Still the view makes light this uphill load.

Now I see skies of azure blue.
Plenty of beauty to see me through.

Come with me and promenade.
Step out from...

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