Merry Go Round Poems - Poems about Merry Go Round

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 steeds, Now shadows dance, where happy laughter bleeds. The cotton candy stand,...

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So sad to part with one so close to my heart; But you had to mount that mad Merry-Go-Round. I said from the start, your persona is art; You must be seen and must see each sight and sound. Yet, I had to live quietly, and apart; Though 'tis joy, each round, to see you from firm ground....

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A small hand tugs fingers - my son and I, plus 30 time-traveling years – both of us pulling together for once. The wooden horses spin, just missing each other by decades. An appaloosa stomps the air. "Look daddy the spotty one leaps highest!" Little fingers spring open, gallop away toward the carousel. A five-year-old boy lifts me, onto the smooth saddle, holds me tight, as a memory goes...

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Yuletide pageant merry go round Panoply of mystical elements of holly day style breathe prez sense frostily exhaled aired per millennia athwart (this terrestrial spaceship planet Earth) two plus seventeen carousel rides resonated veritable pantheon of pagan rituals and quirky superstitions lit (akin to a lit Christmas tree) starry eyed imagination as catalyst viz *****Sapiens furrowed stern brow of...

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Merry-go-round skeleton with a birdcage on your head How dare you come back from the land of the dead? You are skinny as always; you were never well-fed. We are tired of your antics, please return to the dead....

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Opportunities missed by the score never to come 'round anymore Each time my knees shudder and knock clanging tick of the circus clock I take a chance, climb on the merry-go-round frowning, the smile of the clown...

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Thru the eyes of a child where newness abounds, the magical lure of the merry go round.. It's piped in repetitious sound entices spectators all around.. "Choose your seat" says a ticketer at the gate. Large steel poles anchor in the animals fate. Painted horses methodically go up and down with hoofs that never meet the ground.. Mermaids, tigers, and other beasts, co-exist here,...

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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, gods, and faith. The breathless moments in life, birth, newness, novelty, exuberance in...

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Many carnival rides take my breath away Shake my brains, and cause a lightning rod of fear Some make my lunch come up, lurching and screaming. But the Merry-Go-Round is my favorite. For this is where I remember waving to my grandparents. And my aunts and uncles, maybe mom and dad were there too. I do not remember that part, as...

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Life's a merry-go-round Sun-up, sundown It paints the town ~ Laughs like a clown...

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You are in your prime, and I’m in my clime; Why sweetie in twenty then we waste this time? Come, dance; we can gently our pleasures hound, For here’s a time for us to go merry-go-round. Run around, and you’ll see how flowers bloom And drones fly around wanting for some room; Birds, herds, and all love...

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I rode that memory once before, Galloping down child lane once more, Fleeting past some faces I have known, Some buried treasures I have out grown. Dad waving in his tweed suit and hat, On days out with me he would wear that, Tears fill my eyes as I wave him back, fleeting carriages lost on time track. Every memory rides a gold...

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Vice President Pence is a prop That our President wants to swap Because he's too scared To lead unprepared The Coronavirus Block Flop...

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Written ~ December two thousand seventeen in case ye dear reader possess an eye extremely keen nonetheless just by happenstance courtesy this human bean counter, who also happens tubby garden variety alien. Panoply of mystical elements of holly day style breathe prez sense frostily exhaled aired per millennia athwart (this terrestrial spaceship planet Earth) two plus seventeen carousel...

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