Best Joker Poems
Deck of cards
Aces, Kings, Queens, Jacks, tens to twos, Jokers
Can society not be balanced as deck with equal no of Haves and Have nots ?
I love 53rd and 54th card, Joker
As it does not belong to any Suit - Spade, Club, Diamond or Heart
Can society be not classless, casteless akin to Joker, part of deck but not any suit?
Joker just two in deck
As against four of each rank in deck
Can the flexibility to include / remove Joker not extended to Politicians in real game
of life?
Rested in pro-games, permitted in fun games
Playing Joker mixes with card of any rank or any Suit
With Joker’s adaptability, can society’s all Suits not live in harmony?
Joker, colourful card favourite with kids
Placed atop house of cards
Like child, Joker ever smiles back; can we not ape Joker? Or child?
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For Members contest : Pick A Card, any card by Paula Swanson
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7/20/19
"I'll be your Joker"
Still a registered voter
Signed up to be an organ donor
And finally became a car owner
I rarely use a controller
When it's time, I'll man up and buy a stroller
As well as panels that are solar
Near and far from areas that are polar
Doesn't matter if I ever get a Range Rover
Or Roadster
I'm barely ever sober
Always been a loner
And stoner
3 months away from another October
If you want to be my Harley Quinn, I'll be your "Joker"
Not no poser
Where are you Scully? This is agent Mulder
Anytime you want, I'll be your shoulder
To lean on
From here to way beyond
For eons
Where's my Marge? I am Homer
I'll be your rock over and over
Since I've gotten nobler
They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
I've seen it so much, I could compile a folder
Life's one giant rollercoaster
It's really revving my motor
All these women giving me a b***r
And then the cold shoulder
As if I am an ogre
I remain a soldier
Drinking high end coffee, no more Folgers
Getting wiser and older
Becoming bolder
As the world gets colder
I'm not feeling dolor
Just multi tasking, while a fire continues to smoulder
Maintaining my composure
Finding closure
Getting closer
To greatness instead of being mediocre
I enjoyed the work I did with several growers
As well as trapping some gophers
Occasionally I'll partake in poker
Even though I'm not the best hoaxer
Once or twice I used a fire stoker
When it came to Mary Jane, I was a doter
A fan of it's fragrance, it's not what I'd call an odor
I consume some products made by Clover
And am usually in places considered remoter
It's time I get a toaster and holster
I don't really need a Flame Thrower
Or to get my face on a most wanted poster
Suit yourself if you want to wear a boater
Or choker
Houses in continual foreclosure
Not always wise to go for the price that is lower
Someday my mind and body will be slower
And one day it'll all be over
10-4 over and out
And now you know, what i'm really about
Not just by word of mouth
As they say don't look a gift horse in the mouth
Regardless of if you had your doubts
By: Dalton Ogletree
His golden delicious red lips
Rosy with a hint of distaste and betrayal
His grassy green hair
Compromises the diseased brain rotting from within
His tall plush shoulder pads
Thin waist and frail stature–demasculinizes
Yet adds weight to his corpse-like, ghostly-pale complexion
His tightly clinched teeth
With his brutal and merciless laughter
Entertains sarcasm and mockery
Revenge he seeks
For his defacement by way of acid
His personal symbol
The two-sided coin
A silly game of life or death
Mastered by none other than the Joker
Gotham City’s most notorious vigilante
A corruptive force
Rooted in civility
By Marckincia Jean
By Marckincia Jean
6/5/15
(Limerick)
Batman and Robin sped to their car
But the Joker outran them by far
Joker got in it
But he didn't fit
Then yelled" Guess have to throw my guitar!"
Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
Copyright@2014
09.16.2014
THE JOKER
Come at me Joker you will.
Got your eyes following me like steel.
A piece of me do you need.
Hell, take a limb off my tree.
Why did you leave that note on my wall?
Now I fear this echo-y call!
You left (ME) P.D. afraid of the dark.
"LOOK AT ME!"
I'm hiding under my covers, trembling at your weak bark.
I'm so scared I'm sleeping with one eye open~ and the lights on.
Sigh"
A break in the wind,
Did you follow me again?
I hear this tune playing in my head.
Laughing and Laughing!
I panic with so many tears to shed!
Like a little girl, my hair I twirl.
Why is it me you dread?
This tune is making me shiver and quiver like a kid.
Your watching me slither back into my bed.
This laughing!
This tune I fear!
My face is turning white like the dead.
I keep pressing my hands against my ears.
This tune starts to thicken the flow of my red.
"FINALLY!"
I get the nerve to look under my bed.
What the FUDGE, is this doing under my bed??
Is this a jack in the box??
Joker are you FREAKING with my head??
A joke a laugh this DESTROYER has lied.
You don't got what it takes to make me hide.
Your trap fell into the pit of my abyss.
I've been waiting for you behind close doors.
We both hide behind a mask.
Your head falls upon my checkered board floor.
I am still P.D., and your masquerade is over my friend.
I've come to destroy the joke you left on my end.
A trick--A riddle--A joke--A game--
Lets call it your death sentence.
I already singed my name.
The POET DESTROYER was here : )
And left her name on your headstone of shame.
from: the POET DESTROYER
to: the JOKER *from the pub*
I apologize the next time you see (**). in my poems, such as (SH**T),
Ha Ha that is (shoot) not what you think. ///THANK YOU/// Have a good day...
and enjoy the re-posted of my poem,..LOVE p.d.
Daily Poetry #66, April 4, 2017
Word: Joker
The clock continues it’s endless ticking,
As the day just flies right by,
People walk on, talking like nothing’s wrong,
And there’s not a worry in the sky.
The Joker looks up and says a useless joke;
“If no one’s laughing, then why am I here?”
For I was just born to be laughed at,
As I wear a mask with a huge grin and one tear.
But am I truly here for your amusement?
If I’m not standing, no one notices me.
So I’ll tell my worst jokes to get a reaction,
Something, anything, just to hope you’ll see.
The world spins as I try to figure it out,
I can’t breath under this mask I wear.
Even if I frown under this plastic,
I’m sure that this revolving world won’t care.
Do the hop ‘n step, the un deux, dance ‘till it’s worthless,
Dance until you die with nothing left to give.
The Joker was made only to entertain the Kings and Queens,
For if you were made for something else, that’s what you’d live.
“I want to give up!” I say, is that a joke to you?
Does this fake smile on my face change it that much?
“Kill me now!” I shout in desperation, but only laughter,
From an audience who knows nothing of the such.
There’s two of us, the Joker and the Hider,
I guess you could say I’m beside myself now.
The Hider has grown weary of the Joker’s ways,
And wants to be seen, but doesn’t know how.
Blood turns to beautiful roses, the audience applauds a fake,
As the Hider cries and holds a broken skull.
“I, the Joker, am nothing! So it doesn’t matter anymore!”
Fill up, fill up, but the Hider is already full.
Eyes widen as the mask falls off, revealing the Hider,
Who cries from the pain, in front of many.
Will you laugh? Comedy! Or will you cry? Tragedy!
Now that this mask is broken, do you see?
Through the punny Pierrot,
Through the jolly Joker,
Do you see,
The Hider?
'Why so serious?'
He would say as he started to walk my way.
He wears a purple over coat,
His face as white as a ghost.
Always has a smile beaming from ear to ear
Laughing like a maniac till his eyes are full of tears
Who is this mad man with hair of green
he is the creepiest thing I've ever seen
He always seems to have a trick up his sleeve
Along with many different weapons' like you wouldn't believe
Spreading uncontrollable chaos trying to put on a show
Committing crimes where ever he goes
How did this criminal mastermind come to be?
What drove him mad to reach the point of insanity?
Some say he fell into a tank of chemicals that drove him insane
Others say it was the loss of his wife and unborn child
Whatever it was it caused him a lot of pain
It seems like he was already unsteady
Close to that breaking point, slightly losing his mind already
Maybe he was never really okay
All it took was a little push over the edge
And we got the Joker we have today
Entered in the premiere contest, Superhero or Supervillain
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori
Placement: 3rd
ace of diamond’s trumps
mexican wave plays joker
house rules engaging.
© Harry J Horsman 2017
A young Tinder pro from Roanoke
on his dates liked to play a big joke.
He would cause women fear.
Meeting them, he’d appear
in disguise as an old, ugly bloke.
June 2, 2022
for Tania Kitchin's A Funny Limerick - Any Theme Poetry Contest
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Playing music
For trees and grass
To dance all day
What is it you have to answer
But before you ask someone
You have to know the answer
People call me ed, Edward, nygma or prince of puzzle
Conclusively it doesn’t matter
Cause I can make your mind a dimwit crippler
So you better call me THE RIDDLER
Riddle me this, riddle me that
Let’s recall who I am and
What am I good at.
I orchestrated every riddle
Make them look like a dancers
So please honey, don’t be hard on yourself.
Because soon you are out of answers.
Expertise in outwitting every living soul
Cryptic clues gonna make you howl
Try and try until you die,
It sounds so childish
As far as you trying to solve my riddles
Then I’m certain that it’ll be your death wish.
Batman thinks he can bring me down
Clueless fella thinks it’s untroublesome,
But I AM NO CLOWN.
My enigmatic persona make you a psycho
Allow me to tell you two rule for success
One is never reveal everything you know
The things that the school jokester would do
There’s times he almost turned the air blue
He would moon when in class:
Which was not a class act
And pee over the seats in the loo.
His toy rat ran all over the floor
The teacher screamed and ran out the door
A rat-catcher then came
Found out who was to blame
And boy jokester was heard of no more.
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23rd November 2020
Make Me Laugh with Some Humor - Any Form - New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tanja Kitchin
They unpacked the deck of cards
Counted and took out some cards
Extra care made them to recount
A strange card again out of game.
They shuffled the cards
And started their game
All face cards were looking decent
To become the part of game.
A funny face card
You may called careless fellow
Was lying inside the pack
As faithful husband in bed.
All 52 cards role he played very well
But nobody gave him a unique id
Everyone got desire result by him
But no credits gave him as joker.
There's no respect for joker
Who was sacrificed his identity
So that gentlemen could play
Their games to enjoy life party.
A funny character to entertain you
Burning heart but tried to laugh with you
All stories are written around the hero
Because nobody likes Mr. Zero.
The gymnast taking trash out back
As a joke gave the girl no slack
In a quick blitz
He did the splits
Then yelled, "I think I tore my sack!"
Some jokers make me laugh at their folly,
without words said.
At Oscars night one did, when he wore a tux
and dress instead.
The clown felt grand with all the attention,
swirling his skirt.
But he had nothing of a woman's form
under his shirt.
These jesters make fools of themselves always,
and want respect.
They can flaunt their perverted views on us -
these we reject.
The Confused pretend but the truth is there.
They change clothes and body..... their mind, never.
Copyright © Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~02.27.19
Cavatina poems have alternating lines with 10 syllables (non-rhyming) and 4 syllables (rhyming). The lines are repeated at least three (3) times. The poem ends with two rhymed ten syllable lines (a couplet). The rhyme scheme is xaxa xbxb xcxc, etc., ending with dd ( with 'x' being unrhymed lines).