Short Carnivals Poems
Short Carnivals Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Carnivals by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Carnivals by length and keyword.
Cloud layers thin-spun from
crystallized sugar and
colored tints of rainbow-
carnivals hawk the sweet
children love to eat in
crepey layers pressed to
crunchy end, candy treat.
Copyright, August 22, 2016
Faye Lanham Gibson
Categories:
carnivals, candy, fun, sweet,
Form:
Verse
Carnivals once came to my home town
offering elephants, performing rats,
fierce lions, tigers, and a clown.
Fifty cents a seat, including paper hats,
each hat a different color, except for red,
everyone knew it was a tiger's favorite color head.
Categories:
carnivals, fun, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Whimsy oozed out of everything Bancranda decided to do.
Picnics were common, also carnivals full of merry-go-rounds blue.
A fawning cat, lucky dog, and tweeting birds appeared with ease.
She is lucky said non-creatives. Daily, she does everything she please.
Categories:
carnivals, 1st grade, 2nd grade, 3rd grade, 4th
Form:
Quatrain
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.
Categories:
carnivals, fruit, june, moon, summer,
Form:
Rhyme
The fairs, the carnivals,
Games to play, prizes to win!
The glory of warm, summer, wind.
Children in their glory in sandals.
The beauty of dreamy skin.
This season is a win.
Boat rides in mystic lakes.
The lighted piers ashine.
Moments, indeed, divine.
Summer-dreams drift our way.
Are you ready for this dream?
5/28/2021
Categories:
carnivals, imagery, summer,
Form:
Free verse
The Markets Are Down.
Banish the hubris,
Toss away the choice words
Spoken by rotten, broken tongues.
Silence the chorus of appalled shock.
Shred the sermons,
Burn down the gory edifices:
The churches, mosques, temples
And the muted Gods they mock.
Drain the sewage.
Flush away the insidious odour
Seeping up from malls, homes, carnivals.
Put it in a closet and weld the key in the lock.
Shut it all off.
Turn out the lights.
Pull the damned plug.
But hold on to that blue-chip stock.
Categories:
carnivals, angst, political, satire,
Form:
I do not know?