Best Pierrot Poems

Porcelain chalk white mask
  moves with silence of mime
that hides a lovelorn face
 moonstruck by orbs of light
with shadows to embrace.

Porcelain chalk white mask
 a cloak of much disguise
hides from the world a heart 
 that has lost its amour
and yet, performs for art....

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The people surrounding me keep asking “why are you going back and forth uneasily on the empty stage shedding crocodile tears, and telling the stories of negative effects on others, though you are not of a man of faculty who is even able to produce...

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without warning, one day, i shall close my eyes,
i wonder, in that moment, i will say “indeed i lived a good life,” 
or i may say “i lived my unpropitious life shoved and dragged 
by the power i have no control over it.”

if it’s to...

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A lonely soul lying in the carriage 
driving by the Grim Leaper is Pierrot,
the third class theatre performer who pretended to be happy 
though he was sad hiding his loneliness behind thickened white makeup.

Pierrot who lying in the plain wood coffin, 
not even a stem...

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—A certain weather forecast—

for he has no home to return
a pierrot painted with snow-white make-up
walks under the moonlight up and down restlessly

under the sky, the pierrot
sleeps all curled up because of the nightly chilling air,
now stands with both arms stretched out to the air;
the moonlight...

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Today too, as usual, 
the curtain is up though the stage is run-down 
it’s the only and most precious stage available for Pierrot 
to perform his act.

When he glanced through the box from the stage
he found it was emptied though one seat was occupied
the occupant...

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She haunted me as a child,
Staring quietly from her watercolor world. 
Her strange presence called me. 
Powder-white skin and rouge cheeks,
Pencil-thin brow over 
Dark-rimmed eyes 
Shedding a single tear,
A pale rose between slender fingers,
Seeking its fragrance.
Quietly she slipped away, 
I never asked after her.

Years later,...

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A girl stood alone,
In a broad daylight; I admire,
Days changed, but she stood alone,
Will this show end, I desire.

Like Pierrot, she stood in aware, 
They enjoyed the live performance,
There, I can see her seeping away,
My hands tied, permanent stance.

The last time she stood,
The deed seemed...

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