Circus Poems - Poems about Circus

I wake up swinging, fists in the air, Wrestling my dreams like they just don’t care. Life’s a rodeo, I hold on tight, Riding chaos like a bull in flight. --- The ghetto’s my kingdom, the concrete's my throne, Dodging pigeons like they're throwing stones. Sirens sing me lullabies at...

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In colors he bloomed, with a big red nose, He chose the job where laughter grows. There he stood in rounded boots, With a grin of mischief and playful hoots. Dressed like a child, his costume loose, A floppy hat, a bright jumpsuit. Then came the rain--it cleared the crowd, While the magician watched, silent and proud. And through the downpour, something broke...

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I am a circus freak— collar popped, polka dots. You throw apples and boo; I hate all of you too. I’m not bothered, though. One day, I’ll start a revolution and set fire to this whole place. You see me as a freak; I see myself as one of you elites— three-piece suit, walking cane. I’m going to dismantle the aristocracy internally. Join the cause or die. ...

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Little Miss Mary was thirteen years old, and lived in gold, olden days; Like the longed for future, peeking at past, both of them full of praise. Miss Mary lived in a western town, with her dear Mother and Father; And adored redbirds as daily companions, singing 'til days got darker. Mary loved the magical, motley circus, eager as...

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she hears the cheering, the big drums, the cymbals and daddy’s narrative. …hears the crowd’s laughter, the clown’s are after. her heart beats rapidly at the possibility that the pail could contain confetti or water …the blind muses. she sees what she calls gray, the big elephant on parade. she’s so high on a tightwire - she exhales clouds. she sees more than the audience. she breathes the...

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Shakespeare, who called the world a stage, was a most insightful bard and sage, but this clown, with a smile and smirkus, says it's much more like a circus....

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He shuffled in. He wore a frown. This lone stranger was new in town, but his teeth were straight, and his aim was true, and he had a hole in his head that birds went through, and I would put all my money down, that, everywhere, the world around, he'll be the greatest circus clown....

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I ran away to the circus at the age of two on a sad day when it was raining. At first, I didn't know what I should do, not having the proper training. I started with an elephant and began to scrub. His skin was leathery and rough, but found I could continue with a gentler rub, when his skin...

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Cooper was a large and curious tiger, the bright star of a motley circus, Always out of step with others; like erring moon, of dawn skies, citrus. He was well fed and got lots of attention, like rave days of mist roses, When silver moments tell true stories, before the latterly hour closes. Whenever other tigers went left, Cooper...

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When chaos whirls like a merry go round in a haunted house, you have mastered the circus when you can stay calm. Heidi Sands 2/11/25 (C)opyright ...

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walking a tightrope boos down here, cheers overhead safety-net ~ vanished ...

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The clumsy crazy clown with the frown had no loud lasting laughs from the crowd slipped as he chased the sly swift dog around the round ring with rainbows....

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Underneath the blazing sun horror widens it’s gape A merciless ploy to encapsulate gullible minds It knows you are familiar and yet you abandon your truth on the tightrope above Trying to maintain your balance But it’s tongue threatens to swallow you whole A relentless abomination with a thousand heads screams for you to tumble through the needle's eye So you...

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Circus Life Inside, it smells like death and pain. And two beasts guard the heart of my brain. Puzzles and pieces scatter from the hilt. My spine breaks under this mountain of guilt. Colors and feelings are nothing compared to believing The awful stench inside my head. Bleeding with ink and clouded with dread. Beast number one rears its...

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the crowd dispersed in floods of tears disappointed that the spectacle was over when madness resolved and sanity became restored the clown’s persona now unmasked make up made down for a grimace a silent scream half aborted in the arena masqueraded agony exchanged for a smirk at last the lions would not have to jump through hoops of unhinged fire snakes now willing...

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