Best Ferris Wheel Poems

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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Everyone has a seat as fate is spun
on the ambiguous simple machine,
which circles surely as Earth does the Sun.

People have daily battles to be won,
from lowly peasants to a regal queen,
everyone has a seat as fate is spun.

Origins of happiness can have begun
as a sorrowful,...

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ferris wheel
rising with the moon and stars
suddenly stops
but hey diddle diddle
almost jump over the moon...

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FERRIS WHEEL
In a constant lack of motion
through the window of your mind,
all you seek is your seclusion
and a friend who's hard to find;
you've been looking through the window
at someone you never see,
never reaching for a reason
never thinking I'm just me.
As if you want to be...

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The inevitable envy we feel
When we see our neighbour’s wealth
The eternal Ferris wheel
Up now, then down
The wheel turns
To be up
And to be down

Yet the greatest of us
Rise to the challenge
Of when being up
And seeing far
Not to look down
On those below

Not to spit
And not to drop
Popcorn...

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Top of Ferris Wheel
My shooting star pierced heaven
Time runs slowly out...

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#Ferris wheel

It was one of those nights that you are not altogether surely did it happen.
there are no photographs, no receipts, no scrawled journal entries.

just a memory sitting in my mind like a half blown fireworks, rushing 
to fill colors to the sky, waiting to...

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The ferris wheel holds a fascination for me I cannot explain,
It produces a profound excitement  I find hard to contain.
It goes round and round with the wind in my face,
And I look down from above in my happy place.

From on top you can see...

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The honky-tonk music of ferris wheel rides
Still enchant, as I used to stretch my hands
To gather a chain of moondust above 
A glittered skytop, while the breeze drones
Evening's jubilant melody:
And the lilting rhythm of a float's cadence thrills
While girlhood days screech after three, four circles
As...

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Riding so long, I feel nauseous
They won’t stop the Ferris wheel
My throat is dry and cracked from screaming
Stop!, Please Stop!
Up, up - ground shifting at dizzying heights
Down, down - crashing, stomach flopping
White knuckles from holding the grimy bar
Smell of metal and cooking meat all around
Creaking...

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I was young
So I got married on a ferris wheel
And round and round and round we went
In circles
I was foolish
Ferris wheels take you nowhere
Other than the highs and lows of life
Love has a way of spinning you around
The Ferris wheel of love
Tossed me to the...

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With cotton candy 
Pink and dandy,
Funnel cakes, sweet
All you can eat

A Ferris wheel 
To make you squeal,
The carousel 
Sure looks swell 

Toss a ring
To win something, 
Pop a balloon 
You'll get it soon

Try to get that prize
Go for the biggest size,
Win a pet if you...

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The rusted Ferris wheel, a skeletal hand,
Points to a sky it can no longer command.
Once, laughter echoed, joy on the breeze,
Now silence reigns, whispered by the trees.

The carousel horses, their paint chipped and worn,
Dream of merry-go-rounds, of days yet unborn.
Once, children squealed, clinging to their...

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the good

The doors to my mind and heart
circle as revolving doors.
A peek inside and you see
happy memories and joyous events,
the loves, and lifelong friendships

A cul-de-sac, though a dead end,
has a circular finish, a merry-go-round
that accumulates happiness as it spins
into a cloud of beauty and nature,
compassion,...

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some other world passed by that night
through wet circles on the glass.
against the blur of dark and light
crowds swarmed and walked en-masse.

the storm picked up along South Shore
spitting patterns on the screen.
the wipers rubbed and squeaked once more
leaving fan shapes where they’d been.

the lights that...

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