Maypole Poems - Poems about Maypole

The Maypole fell out of fashion Due to a lack of compassion Invited to bed "Get knotted!" girls said "Weaving ribbons is our passion!"...

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I remember it well. The feeling was swell. It happened once a year; An event most precious and dear. The fragrance was in the air. It was still mid-Spring, but from the sky, There protruded the aroma of summer. I hasten to say, it was a beautiful first of May. And presently, I pause with warm affections, to reflect, To muse upon the emotions...

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maypole betwixt us brings May flowers ... honors Wiccan magic raining Written: May 11, 2019 Writing Challenge 1 May 2019 Cinqku Sponsor: Dear Heart...

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Chestnut curls Bouncing in a six-year-old way Long fat ones May Day Maypole magic Frocks of many colours Lavenders, blues, with frothy stiff petticoats Tall white socks to knees Crisp against flesh legs Shiny black patent leather shoes Innocence in a faerie's mind Each young maid wearing a garland of flowers, mostly daisies Some violets, holding spring softly in their palms First grade boys rolling their eyes, Tired...

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Life is a maypole Where is that pole? Life is a maypole Where is that goal? Life is a maypole Where is the flicker? Life as a maypole Why do we toil? Life as a maypole What's my role? Life as a maypole Make that call, it's never late...

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

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The pole stands long and sturdy at the village centre old the ribbons lay afloat red,blue,green and white some bright and others light of which people grasp and frolick. Life is like a maypole varied paths to take happiness and sad times of which it is a part either vibrant or bland we hold on no matter what. ©Nadiya (12 Feb '15)...

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Life is you and me holding hands while the earth go's around each of us you see. life is like a maypole if we are strong at heart with family or friends we always stick together until the very end. life is like a maypole a simple smile will do to get each of us through. life is you and me no matter what your problem...

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The Maypole is as the Pillar of the community, Wrapped by ribbons of love. To be wrapped in love that comes from above; Is all I am thinking of. It happens in May the spring of the year; And by many this festivity is held near and dear. New birth, new life; the birthing of a soul, Is represented here by the...

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Women, dance around this tall Maypole with colorful strings and stare into your sweethearts' eyes: don't they glance back and smile remembering joyful things? Men, notice the spark on your darlings' faces, it's a happy event for renewing vows: start the first day of May without telling lies! Go around it many times, return to your youth's days when present was...

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Life is like a maypole A red frill of romance wrapped around my soul, Green of vivid ideas keeps shaking me as a whole, Blue of my creativity as the words rock and roll, Yellow of my family is such a magnetic control, Orange of my heart, beating beyond control, Pink, Purples and Whites don't lag writings on a peaceful scroll, How colourful am I ! and Life is...

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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 as you spin Your color will entwine With other colors of your...

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Ribbon as red as blood floating in the air The blowing wind gives it a bit of a flair The yellow one beneath it waving the other way As though it wants to be left astray. Is not our lives that way I truly envision Yet looking closely it needs supervision. The green ribbon twisted to the pole For this dance this...

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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 compound. The ribbons pull us round and round while time keeps counting...

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