Carnivals Poems | Examples

Seasons' Greetings

BRUTAL COLD DAY EARLY FEBUARY 
Almost as cold as the week before
Six feet of snow fell late in January 
Please Mr. Winter, let it snow- No more  

BEAUTIFUL COLORED DAISYS EMERGE FREQUENTLY 
Mostly throughout the season of spring
When most everything is green- completely 
When eggshells break and birdies sing 

BEACH CARNIVALS DELIGHTFUL ENJOYABLE FUN 
Young ones playing games outside 
Sunbathers tanning 'neath the sun 
A nice time for a summertime ride 

BEAR CUBS DIE EVERY FALL 
I found one dead out on my range 
One died last year too, if I do recall 
Must be something to do with climate change

Deception

At sunset, orange frescos on the west wall
Sink gradually into the bowels of hills flung
By distant wavelengths of a backward illusion,
Which yells silently at concupiscent terns,
Yodelling and returning from carnivals of the
Wild. From the faint glow, a rainbow stretches
For a cuddle, musing over a curious world,
Ditched by diaphanous tarradiddles of the odd.
Shadows on ground level travel on painted
Tars, recreating their bosoms on surfaces
Raven-black and soot-framed.
Seagulls welcome waves in one cracked voice,
Honking the horns of billed staccato.
Among able-bodied patterns of bituminous tracks,
Rivers, ponds, pools seek their faces on sun-flushed
Mirrors, which laugh at their fatuous inclinations
Mired by the sputum of drained rains.

Summer Hosts a Jamboree

Summer Host a Jamboree

Summer hosts a party – a JAMBOREE!
Sends out engraved floral invitations
Annual pageant ~ ~ ~ blooms wear filigree
Ruffled pansies…deep purple impatiens.

Poppies perform - these highway troubadours
Butterscotch daisies festoon o p e n roads,
Popcorn blooms BuRsT – celebration’s UP-roar!!!
Music :) merriment :), through coral bells flows.

A fiesta of flowers twirl in jubilees
Dandelion meadows - ^_^ galas of golds
Waves of colors sway in sunflower seas
Carnivals of roses in crimsons u n f o l d s

Coming out party - a lavish $oiree -
So much to celebrate each summer day.

Summerku's

THE BEACH 

sand between your toes 
sun tanners' bath on the beach
swimmers in the sea 

THE PLAYGROUND

children on the swings 
chasing dogs- after squirrels 
chalk made- hopscotch 

FISHING 

fisherman casting  
fly-fishing for rainbow trout
frying pans await

ENTERTAINMENT

concerts in the park 
country fairs and carnivals 
camping 'neath the stars 

SPORTS

basketballs bouncing 
baseballs being hit and caught 
balloonists in air 

SUMMER 

spring has departed
sun showers in the forecast
summertime rainbows

some follow her home

she avoids crowds
too many feelings
chaos and dissention
She does better with positivity

Negativity takes her strength
Zaps her energy
Throws her into a terrified state
She does not frequent stadiums, carnivals or festivals

Waitresses stay and talk
Telling her their life stories
As her annoyed family shoots mean looks
Which the waitress usually does not notice

Strangers on the street love her attention
She tries to not make eye contact
Some follow her home
It is rare to find an empath and everyone wants one

after the highs

My mind is in a wild frenzy; anticipation is to over the trees
Something special will soon happen; I feel this in my fiber
I am excited about the possibilities; there are a plethora
Settle down, some say; but how could I? It’s a grand day
A day for picnics, for beach balls, for carnivals and balloons
My bones are dancing with enthusiasm; my heart is thumping
I can feel the heartbeat in my neck too; my body knows
Something strange and wild and wonderful is happening.
This is a high like I have never had before; the ultimate high
Suddenly I realize that I have had this high before,
And after the high comes the lows.

When fun gets easy bail

A festival for all who so to hail,
Who freely get anticipatory bail
To break all social norms,
Turn on head all set forms
And get a nod, the powerful to rail.
A mixed blur of mischief,
Freedom, so what if brief,
Where humour and prank’s prime,
Irreverence no crime.
In any a kingdom
Carnivals blur wisdom--
Hoping to kiss bosom
Gets to kick but bottom,
Yet, what so, how so ‘tis,
Joy unfolds if not bliss,
A toast is it, all transgressions to tail.
________________________  
Happenings|12.03.2025| joy, colour
Note: The Indian festival of colour called Holi was celebrated on 13/14 March.

Autumn Bliss

Autumn is one of the best seasons
Simply for a few very different reasons,

The weather permits for all outdoors social events
Relief from the temperature of the suns torments,

Enjoy lunch or dinner out on a restaurants patio
Cool nights to enjoy walks for last round of cardio,

Walk your furry companion without heat stroke worry
You can enjoy outings without scorching heat advisory,

Autumn weather seem to have a good temperament affect
Some enjoy the life cycle of the tree leaves changing effect,

The notion to keep a hoodie or jacket handy for cool nights
Don't forget the eating contests, carnivals too; Oh that's right,

These were some of a few different reasons
That Autumn is one of the best seasons.

THIS QUILT

THIS QUILT

This quilt a kaleidoscope of 
corduroy colours  
a struggle to even 
out lucid lovers 
cotton wool lies in 
bumpity flats
I unravel thread
just like that cat !

Stitches are too loose or tight
corners say alright, so blight
while mantras race in light
“THE GRACE OF 
IMPERFECTION TIGHT ” !

So like my country of carnivals 
which takes too long in its winter 
silent squares want to sing
songs of black swans to bring

Quilt quiet queenly comely ! 
Can I commence a new project ?
another challenging 
lesson to learn
fingers ache sore 
sessions to earn 
this quilt into deep 
sheep sleep
forlorn, forlorn
I dream of yellow 
corn ! 



©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Song2016

Hugs

Undecided, Aspen leaves turn from gold to silver to gold again.
Carnivals of colors, prodded by the wind, bow to end of autumn,
While brittle noise, as they fall, brings a symphony no songster could pen,
But these trees' starch and strength hug their roots to rise from soil at the bottom.

The grove is small with Aspens clinging tightly like sisters in hard times.
Their focus is a dying tree, once grand, but now black-burnt to cinder.
The Quakies, remembering the day when someone committed these crimes;  
Who chopped, defaced, set afire; this one in their midst now left to tremor.

Those Were the Days

Memories of those childhood days
Laughing in the most silly ways
Playing tag and climbing trees
For hours and hours in Summer's breeze

Building snowmen in the Winter
Having Mom remove a splinter
Falling down and getting bruises
Coming up with lame excuses

Squirting Dad with garden hoses
Chicken pox and runny noses
At Carnivals and County Fairs
Riding bikes and flat tire repairs

Chasing the little girl next door
Rolling Hot Wheels on the floor
Making roads with Tonka trucks
Coke bottles sold made extra bucks

Buying double scoop ice cream cones
Catching frogs and skipping stones
Winning games of hide and seek
On Christmas Eve to sneak a peek

Springtime in brand new sandals
Blowing out your birthday candles
Making wishes before you do
Too much cake when you're through

Friendships that would never sever
Each day seemed to last forever
Those childhood memories from the past
Amazing time went by so fast

Carnivals and Carousels

Whistles, bells, and wonderous sights,
Brilliant kaleidoscopic lights.
The pageantry always sells,
Bright Carnivals and Carousels.

Parents watch their children ride,
Reminds them of the child inside.
Round and round and round they go,
The Tilt-A-Whirl completes the show.

In a seat made just for two,
The Ferris Wheel's amazing view.
Sweethearts in a state of bliss,
Sharing a romantic kiss.

Toddlers with their legs so bandy,
Stuck on sticky cotton candy.
Funnel cakes to fill the belly,
Doughnuts stuffed with fruited jelly.

The challenge after many tries,
Perchance to win a fluffy prize.
Smiles, shouts, and all the laughter,
Crowds always get just what they're after.

As the night begins to wane,
All movement like a weathervane.
Tomorrow when the day begins,
The Carnival begins again.

Carnival of Carnivals

I watch carnival of carnivals quickly unfold
intense barkers are yelling as if their large bears are gold
seeing ultimate thin man and fat lady never gets old
fortune tellers are so unique, they’ve created their mold

tickets are being traded, fought over, bought and sold.
elaborate stories are being bandied about in the cold.
silver is crossing palms, upsells are extremely bold.
acrobats are doing tricks with agile bodies that fold.

from the tilt-a-whirl ride an old man just fell and rolled.
kewpie dolls nod from their shelves inside the fold.
merry-go-round horses are touched up with gold.
old women are wearing minks, flashing that they're stolled.

carnival of carnivals is a treat that never gets old.
cotton candy is pink and puffy, spun right out of gold.
tickets are being traded, fought over, bought and sold.
traveling from town to town, her tales quickly unfold.

Tatters

Tatters, a tall funny clown
Is so famous in town
Always at a birthday party
Making kids extremely happy

But every trick or joke he makes
A disguise of his heartaches
Brought by his painful past
Grown at streets, feeling outcast

Parents died when he was ten
Adopted, abused and maltreated
He left home and went astray
His life went miserable everyday

Trying to cover up his sadness
Works at carnivals for madness
Entertaining people at parties
Loud laughter conceals

Within his bright costume
Are tattered clothes and soul
Struggling to hide his gloom
While trying to cheer us all


Jan 11, 2023       8.05am



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Strawberry Moon

You don’t look much like a strawberry, moon
But you do look like a shortcake in June
Round and gold and waiting for that sweet mess
Of strawberries and syrupy sugar, oh yes

I can sort of see it now, like a summer dream
Of beaches and carnivals, heaped with whipped cream
Now you’re gleaming white and clean as an empty plate
Right in front of whom I sit hungrily and wait.

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