Best Trapeze Poems

Up high on our soul’s trapeze
we tire of the bar we hold
but we find it hard to release our known.
Eyeing the free bar full of...

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circus performer
a family tradition
passed on to me

a big top flyer
Oohs and ahhs heard from below
in the spotlight's heat

higher I rise
reaching for my partner's hands
the moment...

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When my time is done and I am finally laid to rest
I don’t want to be recalled as one who lived life depressed

So as I...

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The travelling circus arrived in town
I bought some tickets for my family
We got there early for the matinee
At the entrance was a scary sad clown.
...

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You're bored, you say? Let's bring on the bears
and dance them around the ring.
You should learn how to juggle or fly a trapeze
'cause I'm sure...

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SEBASTIAN BECK 

The trapeze artist Sebastian Beck
His safety harness he forgot to check 
Didn't notice it had snapped 
Below all the crowd clapped 
But in...

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Two artists that once danced on high trapeze...
then fell to doom, his death a fate unkind.
All hope bereft, her sanity soon flees.
Life lingers on, enduring...

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B-R-E-A-T-H -  OF -  L-O-V-E


Summer sun or winter freeze pulls heartstrings in trapeze. . .
Cotton soft to gnarled callus vows have thread along...

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When I was young, I wanted to run away to the circus.  Then one day I realized the circus was life!  Are we...

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As I set out 
To jot down this poem 
I had no earthly idea 
Of what would transpose 

And who all would be 
Joining along...

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sporting a colorful chemise
a camera and a valise
temptations so easily tease
roaming as free as honeybees
tourists hear beckonings as pleas
and capture beauty with much ease

tiny things...

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As a girl in my teen I did stray
to the circus I did run away
I wanted to fly
high in the sky
But, Mother wanted me to...

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Big top three-ring-circus ferris wheel and sideshow freaks
Ringmaster draws your attention to the center ring
Presenting the bareback rider with a graceful fling

Silly clowns riding tricycles
Fierce...

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I love all the changes the seasons bring
crisp autumn leaves or winter’s icy freeze
and in the summer sun I’ll be basking
Mother nature’s gifts

I can hear...

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Poetry is tangerine and other potent or poisonous colors.
It is the breath you feel at the nape of your neck and
the strong caress of flesh...

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