Best Roller Poems

The roller coaster leans

 into a sky the color death.

Alongside pines, it winds its broken way, 

gripping earth’s gray stubble.

In the moan of the wind, 

I conjure up the screams of children’s glee.


For the Sijo Contest of Deborah Guenther Beachboard
Now for Brian Strand's 'IMAGIST any...

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Hard to fathom what makes us tick
We're all unique as they say
One person loves rock and roll music
Another loves Sammy Kaye

Was always a true Glenn Miller fan
And big bands of the 40s and 50s
Vocalists like Sinatra and Como
And Frankie Laine was also nifty

WOW! Am I...

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once again, let us have a ride.
the wheel is turning round and round.
too many heartaches of a broken heart.
it's time for us to enjoy the ride.

hold your breath tight,
we'll start to soar.
let's start it over,
reheal the soul.

this is the moment,
a ride 'til the edge.
hold me...

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This never-ending roller coaster
makes life unpredictable, even to myself
The ups and downs take me from high to low
in a matter of minutes and hours
Twists and loops send my mind into a whirlwind
as it leaves my body numb
Dark tunnels seem cold and lonely
but I make it...

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I rise like a Phoenix
but is the fire hot enough to melt down the bricks
which I've build in front of my heart?
Am I really over you or do I just talk
myself away from you?
Am I still in love with you or do I just talk...

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The rockin days of roller skating
Just traveling round and round
Hoping you don't bump into someone
Causing you to both fall down

The music would be blaring
And the lights would set the mood
Girls go around smiling at the guys
Hoping some guy would smile back too

There was always some...

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Words run a race
Inside my head
My heart quickens pace
Inside my chest

This roller-coaster brings no thrill
To my emotional state
My thoughts run fast but I stand still
In these hectic days...

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A roller-skating mouse
Rudely came rolling in my house,
He stuck his tongue out
As he went racing by,
He was taking all my cheese
As easy as you please,
It just made me want to cry.
So I went to a pet store
And paid just a little more
To buy a roller-skating...

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A roller coaster...
inch-es up-wards...and—then—it 
rushes back to earth!...

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When I was a kid
I liked to skate fast
Not on frozen ice
But on roller skates
Down a great big hill

We were a group
Of skating kids
I had pink wheels
My friend had blue

A steep hill
Oh delight
We just went

Faster
Faster

Down !

When I was grown up
And so dignified
I wanted to...

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A gravel mountain path, is shadowed between tall 
      face ashen scab trunks, sprinkle occasional 
   carpet moss, ferns, shrubs, ivy vines, and fallen 
      live-in hollow logs. Underneath the aspen 
 ...

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rolling, shaking my heart in red
out of the blue you're soaked and fed
loving hearts that feed on rails
leaping souls that heed, not wails
eaves of heart-shaped leaves overflowing
reign of adoration outlying
couches or bench seats of hearts that drift
over your body levitate, not sift
a heart rolling over...

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Roller coaster by ian munywe
 
Shuffling of many a feet in the street, sighing reluctantly in this awful road.
As we draw closer to alien things, what we saw before not in sync,
Far so far we have trod, even afar we must not stop to thirst.
 
 
Events as...

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**A Roller Coaster Ride**

Swirling around the albatross on my leather seat
Hanging upside down and gliding on the steel castors that are suspending me
Hands above the metal bars and inside my safety zone
Zippin’ and zaggin’ around the twists and bends
Who can dare ride this thing?
Who can...

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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...

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