Best Tightrope Poems

I balance on a tightrope. Surrounded by 
lovers and dreamers, I teeter above a raging sea.
I admire their glossy smiles and envy
their bright-eyed confidence; envy is a sin, I know.
Please forgive me; a lie would carry more guilt.
The waves crash in dark shades of gray,...

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She sits in silence at the end of day
Beside the fire that barely warms the air
Her mind in anguish, threads that tend to fray
Companionless, within a room austere.

	Like a carousel swirling around me
	Are faces, places, traces of my life
	These disjointed images confound me
	Recollections sliced by...

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She sits in silence at the end of day
Beside the fire that barely warms the air
Her mind in anguish, threads that tend to fray
Companionless, within a room austere.

	Like a carousel swirling around me
	Are faces, places, traces of my life
	These disjointed images confound me
	Recollections sliced by...

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Some days are diamond, some are stone
We all need a mix of diamonds and stones
Otherwise we would miss the comparison
If life was all diamonds, we wouldn't be able to
Handle those stone days
And all stone days, we would be on a suicide watch
The perfect mix produces...

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Enlightenment,hope and harmony
What they are to me
Without one,you will never obtain the other two
Of these life balancing three

Living your life in harmony
Fills your heart with hope
Through hope you gain enlightenment
As you prepare to cross life's tightrope

You hope to reach the other side
As you take each...

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Some days are diamond, some are stone

We all need a mix of diamonds and stones

Otherwise we would miss the comparison

If life was all diamonds, we wouldn't be able to

Handle those stone days

And all stone days, we would be on a suicide watch

The perfect mix produces...

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Walking a tightrope     High above the crowd     Faces below me     Shouting out loud      Come here go there     Directions all about    My...

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Tightrope high…so precarious
So liquid gold smooth rushing through my veins
I am everyone; anyone; and no one
Don’t look down.

Seven levels of thought, like spinning plates on wobbling sticks
I am outside myself and can hear every noise, every conversation
Don't let them see.

Inside is constant analysis, repetition, spelling,...

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Anticipation
Expectations running high
Reality check
Living on the edge of hope
Balanced precariously.



Image Public domain
Charles Blondin. 
(born Jean François Gravelet. 1824–1897)
Acrobat and tightrope walker....

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The barbed tightrope sways menacingly
The imperceptible border separating
A chaotic world from
Inevitable peaceful sleep

She runs without trepidation
Bloodied, stained and scarred bare feet
Immune to the flesh eating jagged edges
Slivers of her soul left at every piercing blade

Leaps powered by her blatant disregard for life
Unfazed by her own...

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Tightrope

There's tension
As the crowd below
Looks up aghast
Before the show

A gentle breeze
Like fingers strum
On string of fate
A vibrant hum

At last, the feet 
Of mortal man
Berates the gods
Like no-one can

A step, a wave
The journey starts
So high, so far
While mouths hold hearts

And hands clutch eyes
Who dares to speak?
While...

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There's a narrow strand beneath us,
    Stretching out to obscurity.
And it beckons us to proceed upon it,
    While every step has insecurity.

This is the path our mentality travels,
    Where emotion and cognition play.
And while that rope...

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A new landscape presents itself upon waking.
Places that were dreams drift outward.
Past becomes present; stars earth; flight, a grounded stride.

I might assess these thoughts as if I have a choice -
as if I might climb back into slumber; reestablish a cloud,
reshape a fog already escaping.

Thoughts...

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Tightrope moment 
Narrow access
Balance is almost unimaginable
The left of the balance lays before 
me deception
And on the right, distraction
The gapping drop is hard to 
overcome
One misstep
And fatality swallows you whole

I want to make this journey across
But I keep diving in after a struggle 
or two
This...

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Often in life, it's felt like on a tightrope I've been walking
between what is reality and what is merely an act.
The names of people in my story, I've chosen to redact,
those I've cheered on with a 'Bravo,' stood and applauded.
Protagonists who took on the role...

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