Best Wheel Poems

What goes up must come down. 
No colors can define who you are. 
You may own a cart or limousine. 
We'll still reach the end when it is near. 
I may be poor today and eat from trash. 
Tomorrow, you can't tell. I'll earn some...

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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...

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Pulling with hands soft and smooth as glazed clay,
Her foot prods the pedal, turning the wheel.  
She basks in the bliss of a beautiful mess.
 
She's learned art is born from that carefree mess.
Moulding with hands caked in layers of clay, 
She makes artwork...

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Thousands of gentle caresses, soft touch, 
From the potter’s hands to properly guide
Tenuously stretching sides he might crush, 
If too much pressure his fingers provide.  

Young heart made of clay, forming on the wheel.  
To guide your unfolding, our sacred charge.
Push we must,...

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My heart shrivels dry, blackened rose in bitter anguish, ...
 Do you feel my pain? 
   Why must the flame of day dwindle dim? 
    O' fortune, like the moon, changeable, waxing and waning
      ...

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The Mill wheel wouldn't turn until the Spring
And still  today in thought a chill it brings
The vision of the ice upon the lake
That time in passing still can not erase

That mill wheel in the grip of winter's breath
Stone cold and still ... a lifelsss...

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The Beauty of Charkha the Spinning Wheel

The Poem is dedicated to Mahatma Gandhi and his Charkha.


When first time I looked 
At the Wooden Charkha*
With a child’s curiosity to know, 
What it was? 
I had seen it 
Without caring and knowing much,  
What actually the...

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The Beauty of Charkha the Spinning Wheel  2

The Poem is dedicated to Mahatma Gandhi and his Charkha

Part 3

The rapidly emerging new discoveries
Were influencing and enchanting 
The ever thirsty mind and hearts 
Of every adventure lover.  

The entire Europe and the remaining world
Of that...

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The Beauty of Charkha the Spinning Wheel  2

The Poem is dedicated to Mahatma Gandhi and his Charkha


Cotton has always won the hearts 
Of every men and women 
In every age
Whether it was the time of Dark Ages 
Or the dawn of new awakening 
When...

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The clouds have formed a mare’s tail in the sky,
a fitting image, for I’m being led
beneath them, where in eerie silence lie
abandoned stalls, untended land, a shed.

And on a gate, like some strange souvenir,
a halfway broken sign reads “Wagon Wheel.”
That horses once were bred and...

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Was as thin as a scarecrow, Though he had no straw hat
Though he thought himself as decent, no one else had thought that 
He was a runt to some big farmer boys, he never fought back 
Though his intellectual abilities exceeded far beyond a farm...

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I saw an old wagon wheel in the antique store the other day.
What type of vehicle it must have conveyed, I couldn't really say,
But I let my imagination roam as I studied the old wheel,
And pondered its odyssey and what secrets it might reveal.

Its iron...

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I've startled a frog, who leaps in flashes.
He and a grasshopper zig-zag away.
The lawn whispers mildly, in tune with the sun,
Yet something's amiss--the air is unsettled.
Squirrels and I stash away seeds,
salvaged from spent, rain-ravaged beds.
Bees are now torpid and cling to the mums.
Bedraggled zinnias give...

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Palette of nature
Sunset picks all the colors
From garden flowers...

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In perpetual slow motion the wheel of fate will turn,
What is given in abundance will surely be taken away.
Leaving only questions of why that scald and burn
When the bill seems so unfairly high to accept and pay.

For the lean will yap on the heels of...

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