Best Clown Poems

Italian restaurant; pasta and wine - red, like the eyes of a bat,
Screeching from a cave, dark as the eyes of a snowman,
Coal plucked from a bucket, the mop was deposed -
By the broom, new sovereign of all instruments
Resound with the trumpet on Everest’s peak
High...

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He's the class clown, full of hijinks and pranks,
Puts tacks on your seat, swallows fish from the tank.
He's full of you-know-what and vinegar, energy galore,
Will he act goofy today? -- Does a hungry lion roar?...

...Back at home, he trudges slowly through the side door,
 ...

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The Clown

a living metaphor

of what you see

and who it is

Still learning

to make a funny face

to walk differently

to perform 

before an audience

A juggling fool

with worn out socks

in waiting for an applause

to satisfy a world

of melanchony

delirium,and expectations

Wearing the big black shoes

bigger than it's being

Keeping balance

of the imbalance

to...

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Obadiah Slim, poor Circus Clown,
Always so sad, when the show came to town.
Wide painted smile and ruddy red nose,
Soaked to the skin by a rogue fire hose.

Falling off stilts, cream pie in his face
Wishing to dance, perform with some grace.
Chased by a man, dressed up...

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Be the clown,go on, turn the world upside down.
Be the one, who never thinks deeply or on humanity frowns.

Be above it all, hide your heart all you can.
You, who are so superior to the feelings of the family of man.

Be strong, grind your teeth.
Hide from...

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There is a solace in his silence, a servant of his solitudes,
As he comforts in compliance, a jester to the multitudes…
He stands alone a neophyte, struggling within his confines,
Actions that do excite, impugnable inhibition when he signs.

Master of the satirical sad, a foreordained flounder of...

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S t r e n g t h ~
a somersaulting sigil
you wear in stillness,
when the gold of ascending dawn
kisses the skin of sleeping sand,
when the skylark softly
serenades serenity for the unseen,
while I trace the running lifelines
behind your magical masquerade,
for you’ve long been
a hyacinth healer ~
a...

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This is really kind of a sad story
But please sit yourself down
For the words I'm going to bestow upon you
Will make you feel your watching a drunken clown

As I bow to gracefully greet you
My silly hat suddenly slips from my head
As I look to the...

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I don't want to play anymore,
it's time to put away my mask.
Although people still need to laugh,
I'm no longer up to the task.

My act is no longer funny,
I'm but a relic of the past.
And this performance in whiteface
will undoubtedly be my last.

I find it hard...

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Circus clown, don't let me down.
Why don't you clown around with me? 
You are my laughter.
You are my smile.
So stay awhile and smile with me.

Circus clown, don't let me down.
Why don't you cut with the silly frown? 
You are my laughter.
You are my smile.
So lift...

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As I was sitting in the park, one dark cloudy day, I was troubled in such a worrisome way.
My complicated life had me down, upon my face, a grimacing, tormented frown.
When I looked up, what I saw, was a stern faced clown, uninterested, suffused, withdrawn.
He...

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I have never liked your phoney guise as a clown
Whose silly painted smile should be turned upside down
I'd like to put red ants
Down your baggy ass pants
And watch you dance until the seat of 'em runs brown...

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“Nobody likes a clown at midnight.”       Stephen King


CLOWN AT THE ABYSS


Darkroom abscessed 
with neon blush and black-blood —
sunken eyes look surprised
to find oneself in a dank dungeon.
Fecal stench, not humorous,
screams on each bold painted-on face.

“Are we dead?”

“When did I...

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I find myself having to act 
onstage, spotlight trained and fixed
The Sad Clown 
Laughing on the outside 
Crying on the inside 
Lying, pretending, dishonest 
its all one big game
customer asks "How are you today?"
Lie: "Good"
True feelings submerged 
only 10% revealed above water 
until i get...

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I shrivel 'neath a scorching sun,
Devoid protection for my skin,
An aching grimace, I'll show none,
Worse burning pain suppurates within.

I wander naked through the rain,
Although my body fully clothed,
This broken love ne'er to regain,
Only in dreams we join betrothed.

I trace her footsteps in the snow,
And further...

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