Best Roundabout Poems
Love is ultimate, but with you it was fatal.
I had lots of laughter not until I said “I love you too!”.
Number two was my certified location
b’cos I’ve always reverenced you so high
at the topmost of priorities.
Your gladness was much more than my enjoyment,
it germinated into compulsory duties I had to perform.
My pride became your belt and my shame, your underpants.
The definition of me translated to the adoration of you.
I worry to give us a balance
but you hurry to topple the equilibrium.
My life, a spreadsheet of your errands,
subjecting my feelings into a standby
to suit your taste and exhausting comfort.
But one day!
The slightest of contact with an acid
will change the litmus colour
and a continuous debt by a tenant
will abruptly render him homeless.
Your oil is used up, the engine is knocked
and the lamp has gone dark.
A heart so tender, you deserve not.
Arms once warm have been frozen to rigor motes.
My back is turned towards you
and that beauty, you’ll never see again.
Go and taste the seedlings of the city’s daughters
and the well sauced soups of its young maidens.
I’m no longer yours even if nature advocates for mercy.
Consider my sweetness and calm now as stones
mixed in dough, baked and served with vinegar.
You proclaim “I’m now a completely changed man”,
I believe you, but for the next girl.
Know this Mr. Irresistible guy,
even if you’re the last birth of all men
I’ll never again present my affections for your selfish trade.
Goodbye my past lover, I sincerely wish you well.
Categories:
roundabout, heart, heartbreak, heartbroken, relationship,
Form:
Epic
I take my pen, write words to paint,
With boldness, color lines.
My views reveal,
Some thoughts I feel,
With boldness, color lines.
When there’s a need, strong words define,
Strike hard, bear truth at will.
Hit the mighty
Powers that be,
Strike hard, bear truth at will.
Courage stands with a heart of steel,
Expressed in poetry.
It will not faint,
defy restraint,
Expressed in poetry.
To point out truth is writing free,
Though we may not be saints.
Threats can’t confine
What we incline,
Though we may not be saints.
All rights reserved—Cynthia Buhain-Baello—05.16.15
The Roundabout poem is a four stanza poem, with each stanza consisting of 5 lines. The poem is written in iambic and the lines have 4 feet, 3 feet, 2 feet, 2 feet and 3 feet respectively. The rhyme scheme is abccb/bcddc/cdaad/dabba. Roundabouts can be on any subject.
Categories:
roundabout, courage, truth, writing,
Form:
Verse
Rednecks and roundabouts, they don't mix.
Don't try and fool us with your media tricks.
We drive around the back roads throwing bottles at signs.
Your roundabouts make us slow down or the ladies spill their wine
Categories:
roundabout, car, conflict, drink, funny,
Form:
Free verse
my heart, it beats with pure true love
unconditional love
for all wildlife
without no strife
unconditional love
mother nature without a shove
I would fight for her life
she will survive
on me rely
I would fight for her life
only my best will it suffice
for her, I'd give my time
am I losing
my head choosing
for her, I'd give my time
how I would love to call her mine
she is ours, our lady
no doubt, alive
she can't contrive
she is ours, our lady
Categories:
roundabout, nature, true love,
Form:
Rhyme
Roundabout to Hell
Woke with thunder within my head
Feeling like I wish I was dead
Visited the black hole again last night
The place I go to drown out life
Round & Round & Round I go
Where I sleep nobody knows
I live on a roundabout from hell
Dizzy all day never get a spell
Sun beating down blistering my eyes
Need another fix but nobody hears my cries
Round & Round & Round I go
Where I eat nobody cares
I live a life of crime
The only way I exist in time
I have no hope or dreams to live
Tears and heartache are all have to give
Round & Round & Round I go
Where I drink nobody knows
Don’t see my kids no more
All I see is the wrong side of the law
Don’t see my wife no more
Just wish I’d never been born
Round & Round & Round I go
Where & When I stop for good
The Lord be the only one who knows.
Categories:
roundabout, addiction, sad,
Form:
Sonnet
These times at hand are volatile,
We need faith and courage!
When Evil reigns,
Let Truth remain-
We need faith and courage!
When Danger enters Freedom's stage,
let men not live in vain!
We take our stand,
fight hand in hand,
let men not live in vain!
Our countries are not for their gain,
they can't control our land.
our freedom steal
with deceit's skill,
they can't control our land.
They come and then they make demands,
whose guile dictates at will.
We can't be caged
by Terror's rage
whose guile dictates at will.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~02.20 16
The Roundabout poem is a four stanza poem, with each stanza consisting of 5 lines. The poem is written in iambic and the lines have 4 feet, 3 feet, 2 feet, 2 feet and 3 feet respectively. The rhyme scheme is abccb/bcddc/cdaad/dabba. Roundabouts can be on any subject.
Categories:
roundabout, courage, faith, patriotic,
Form:
Rhyme
there we were looking for directions
to a place that don’t exist
a place that you’ll only find
with a password no one can remember
so we’re bumping heads searching
in the dark
and the only thing I found was your heart
with our fingers conversing in a language
only they can decipher,
we eventually found our way
the password now forgotten
we ended up in that place
but
we did it in a roundabout way
15/05/2011... 16:05
Categories:
roundabout, imagination
Form:
Light Verse
Sam Adams Drunk Driver Same, Same but Different
Sam Adams was drunk driving
Too fast down an English rural country lane
He ran at a stoplight he did not see
Blew threw a roundabout
Was rubbed out in an accident.
His drinking buddy, the traffic cop flatfoot,
Smoothed over his death ruling it an accident,
And not drunk driving.
Categories:
roundabout, allegory, allusion, analogy, angst,
Form:
Free verse
No dilemma this time
Age and maturity
On my side
Yes, feelings I have
And these, I don’t want to hide
More than forty years
Of selflessness
And the result
My life, a complete mess
The hesitation
Of the first roundabout
Still haunts me loud
Have nearly fulfilled my duties
So now, is it a sin?
To please
Your own self
Not with riches, not with pelf
But love unadulterated
Just as I very recently did
This time I’m clear
My vision
It won’t be able to cloud
The complexities
Of the second roundabout
Categories:
roundabout, allegory, allusion, hope, how
Form:
Verse
She wears curtains in her eyes
Uses them like a surgical knife
Draws them closed each day
To cut and blank out her daily life
And she slides in the needle
That helps her to find
The matching opacity
Of her tortured mind
Her strength and her addiction
That gets her through each day
Of the life she has to lead
To find the money to pay
For the contents of that needle
So you think her eyes are dead
As you pass her on the street
Just two dull orbs in her head
And sometimes you may think
From her dull eyed stare
She’s not in this world but
In her own hell somewhere
And she nightly works the streets
Harassed, ridiculed, abused
And so many occasions
Just paid for and used
And sometimes for a while
Her eyes are opened wide
Until she slips in her needle
And relief pours back inside
And she resumes her life
As an underclass pawn
As those curtains in her eyes
Are closed and tightly drawn
Categories:
roundabout, addiction,
Form:
Rhyme
I walk around this nightmare
I walk from dusk till day
I really hope this nightmare
Does not come to stay
People here I see
I recognise them all
Yet all they do is stand and stare
They watch me as I fall
I fall from grace so quickly
The fall is less than kind
It twists me and it turns me
It messes with my mind
Spinning, swirling steadily
A roundabout of pain
I pray to stop and seemingly
The brake i can obtain
I wake from ghastly nightmare
Only to learn it true
All those standing watching
Do stare in real life too
Heart stops and sinks so deeply
Its all so sad to see
Wish back to sleep i could go
But this time dream me free
Categories:
roundabout, lifeme, me,
Form:
Multiple lanes act like multiple brains
twoing and froing
the left one not knowing where the right one’s going
Wide lanes come up the rear
creating a pen, holding breath
before escape is possible all things are impossible
Bear-hugging shut an exit
inside monster raging
in a hibernate status
its ritual hiatus
Of inside mashed potatoes
mixing with beans, afraid to fart
in case it starts clenching fists
squeezing ‘til it’s difficult to breathe
they tease and please each other
on the straight and narrow
Holding straight and narrow
Forming an arrow
Blood rushing ahead, fixing a target
to the centre
of excellence it’s certain
close the curtains
A roundabout weighs down
guilty as a blood-stained pillow
It’s coming
The roundabout’s coming.
Categories:
roundabout, people,
Form:
Free verse
I offer you the Roundabout:
a little form sublime.
Tough? Au contraire!
But do beware:
you must be in your prime.
Don’t simply trust to whether I’m
correct; just take the dare.
It helps to score
some pithy fours
that add a certain flair.
Abandon care; let down your hair.
Ideas waltz the floor:
A fine brook trout,
beer brats and kraut,
Or silly, countless more.
And so, dear poet, I implore:
creative juices out!
For fun with rhyme,
it’s party time:
the Roundabout, no doubt!
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My second Roundabout: 86446, abccb/bcddc/cdaad/dabba
https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/new-poetic-form-the-roundabout
you have to have a heck of a drawl to pronounce contraire as three syllables, IMHO... Sticking with the original - PoetrySoup counts as 2, RhymeZone counts as 3, but I'm going with 2, as that's how I hear it in my head.
Categories:
roundabout, fun, poetry, writing,
Form:
Other
New York Christians, Muslims, and Jews
Claim they walked a mile in God's shoes
As you may surmise
When asked for the size
They say they went barefoot like youse!
Categories:
roundabout, humor, new york,
Form:
Limerick
Feel surge
Of words found
Prompt urge
That seeds ground
Touch gains
Fond new grounds
Old pains
Now hurl sounds
Heed gall
A prized bite
That's all
Verse now cites
Glimpse jest
Sweat old tact
Words test
Pique vain act
Start well
In jazz bold
Spill tell
Hot and cold
Leon Enriquez
05 September 2019
Singapore
Categories:
roundabout, change,
Form:
Couplet