Short Carousel Poems
Short Carousel Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Carousel by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Carousel by length and keyword.
soft, dark winds
go round and round, passionate;
firmly binds
pairing lips on carousel.
hearts flit up and down.
i
am
perched
high up
upon
this
Ferris Wheel
up here
where
the
air is fresh and clean
to
let
this
world be
my carousel
Home from fairground -
hungry
Admiring delightful
colours, aromas.
Feast -
carrots, sweetcorn, peas...
Rotates in microwave
- Carousel
I like to listen to my head
What does this carousel say
Spontaneously
I like to pen the silence
If it had not been written
It would be lost forever.
Band organ booms, chimes,
one-way-one-trick ponies spin;
bright lights, night young, don't
look back, turn fast enough and
time will disappear and shine.
Is there no way left to go but round?
the scenery uncomfortably familiar
dizzying remorse
exhausted excuses
hoarse from screaming,
I LOVE YOU!
June 9, 2020
midnight carousel~
horses drift through moonlit haze,
soft as whispered spells.
each turn stirs the hidden world,
calling old dreams back to life.
Unfolding your
Paper mache wings
Greeting this
Reddish brown
Mahogany wind
Yes, sweeping
These golden leaves,
Swirling you, again
Around this
Pink carousel
Life and love for me is like a carousel
It goes round and round
But I can never tell
Is it the next time
That I hear the bell
Then all will
Be well
DAMO x
Seasons travel in time
Mood and weather swings the chime
Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall
Birds, trees play 'round 'til nightfall
Seasons change year round, turn 'round!
a kaleidoscope of vibrant darkness
in my mind
that leaves my emotions spinning
like a fairground ride
wild horses
escape the carousel
by night
and dreams enclose me
Life's a Carousel
Who we meet we do not know
Pick a horse and ride.
(January 11, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Had Heard Weird Story To Tell
We had heard a weird story to tell,
And decided to set for a short spell;
Rumor leak;
Reached peak;
Came crashing down on a carousel.
Jim Horn
Dont let this chance pass by.
In duration
As long sat, spins for it.
Boils may bring on!
Out to world's spectacle
A real fairground's
To gaze, if in a blur.
Grin, if confounds.
nose fish
carousel
fresh eye
hang man slate land lord
rent collector nice
colleague pay miss guild
cauldron children rise dagger misile
cod capture
rupture day
cold spleen
Proposal
Horses on the carousel
Running down an endless trail
Colors whirling to the tune
Childhood ending sometime soon
May our life this circle be
Will you come and spin with me?
Ghostly girl with the black carousel dress.
If you stuplified those children you must confess.
I see through your sockets and I glimpse a smile.
Your mind is as cunning as a sly crocodile.
A pine cone falls
on a silvan carpet
and transmutes
into jade, crystalline gems
shot through with stars
and moonflower smiles
in the fairy carousel
by fevered candlelight
of reverie.
carousel whirls round and round
horses climbing up and down
few riders smiling
most, teardrops crying
calliope’s adversity
three minutes an eternity
AND ROUND WE GO
And round we go
The carousel of life spins fast
And round we go
So few have anything to show
Eventually it stops at last
Yet the cycle of life is vast
And round we go
able flight
we ride
your carousel
we shall
becomes an
island of
birds weaved
tightly in
this spiritual
dance that
brings the
drifting
gray tides
towards
the mouth of
the Mississippi
moon
My therapy is chemical,
I go for weekly sessions.
My artery is femoral.
The site of my injection.
The venom attacks
the mitosis of my splitting cell.
Dyspepsia takes over,
like a spinning carousel.
COMING
hello, handshakes
preparing, arriving, greeting
luggage carousel, smiles, kisses, departure gate
repacking, confirming, departing
hugs, farewells
GOING
written 4/29/2021
White House with Cute Carousel
White House had contained a cute carousel;
When Trump would sit there for short spell;
It had to rain;
Water on brain,
And golden shower he couldn't stand smell.
Jim Horn
Going around and around on the carousel.
Hearing the whispers to let go of the living.
On and on, no I will no accept.
Stubborn? So what, I did not choose to be a ghost.
Truth is what I have to accept?
2/6/2020