Clown Poems - Poems about Clown

Don't let the painted layers that were made to make up , stop you from questioning the feelings behind their costumes and gown. The slightest smudging, by which sympathetic fingers smear, unmasks fear, and an underlying frown At the end of every day, when curtains close and the lights die down. Floodgated tears emerge, from...

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The spotlight flashes with a funny flair on the sagged dress of a meek man on stage. A miniature crimson cold sun shines stuck on his puckered porcelain face of forced smile. An animated caricature captured in the frame of a comical frail figure, tramps in inertia round and round the circus arena to amuse awhile....

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He glances ‘round the crowded room, Where laughter sparks and joy resumes. He plays along, a practiced mime— Lifts his lips, but not in time. For somewhere deep, his mind has flown, His soul long gone, he stands alone. What’s left behind, a hollow frame— A shadowed man without a name. And oh, You cannot feign what isn’t true. So smiles, like paint, began to...

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Masquerading neath bitter angst, nobody loves this neurotic Sympathize—empathize with me pleading, bleeding, but no one listens Though, pleasing is the clown with Infectious Grooves with an unbridled force of his own inertia with Suicidal Tendencies Led headed, heavy metals p-o-i-s-o-n-i-n-g ‘Round goes a...

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S t r e n g t h ~ a somersaulting sigil you wear in stillness, when the gold of ascending dawn kisses the skin of sleeping sand, when the skylark softly serenades serenity for the unseen, while I trace the running lifelines behind your magical masquerade, for you’ve long been a hyacinth healer ~ a poetic feeler, quick to paint smiles from the dripping sangria of...

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On the day of your party Please be sure to invite The Drunken Clown. He offers steady humor At a pace everyone can measure. His drinks, give love and laughter , his expressions: love and empathy. In a graded lawn he falls and tumbles, His eyes red and bleeding, Look to him to point and laugh. Our drunken clown gets his payment...

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In the halcyon hush of twilight meadows, a clown carves laughter from hydrangea elixir, his smile — a fuchsia epitaph, hidden behind a dazzling white glow. Sparkling countless orbs drift from his broken pockets, ghosts grow wishes in splotchy shade, each sangria song he sings splinters against the opalescent...

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Once, he wore the smile of a happy man but now that seems so out of place on the foolish facade of a circus clown who stood on his head to draw on his face. His life had been turned upside down. What tragedy has filled him with dread, this man, who paints a silly grin on his lips and cries just...

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Since I first put on the greasepaint, smooth as cream on morning toast, they said I had a gift for making people laugh. Natural as breathing. Effortless as falling. Born to perform like a bird in flight. So I've kept that image, polished it like brass until it gleamed. beneath the painted...

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Inspired by the song Tears of a Clown (About Robin Williams) sung my Iron Maiden This is my version. "the world is forever darker, less colorful and less full of laughter in his absence ..." Quote by his daughter_ Zelda Williams Robin...

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Inspired by the Iron Maiden Song, Tears of a Clown Drinking, he recalled the Circus Grim, and the strange world that ruined him. He had done anything for a laugh. Once, the magician sawed him in half. He'd traveled the whole country round. Now tears fall from the circus clown. An orphan child, running from disaster, fell into the service...

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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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See that clown going around town, with his big floppy shoes, an orange wig, a red nose so bright, a haunting laugh. He pulls a rabbit from a hat, making everyone laugh. A balloon dog walks like a puppet into the arms of a little boy— squealing with delight and fright, he runs off with his new friend under his arm. The clown looks around. Mascara runs...

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You laughed too hard in 1996/ Thought I'd trip and stay down for kicks/ But I climbed back up, twice the size/ Now I shred, watch the sparks fly/ My drummer joked, said guitars are lame/ Left him roadside, questioning fame/ Why does a guitar need a case, he asked/ To contain its stringed up past/ Steel strings bend, the pick obeys/ My...

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I strolled into Hell like a VIP/ Satan said, "what's this nonsense I see"/ "Bro, I out evil you", I smirked with glee/ Then he rage-quit chess, forfeiting to me/ God gasped, his jaw hit the floor/ "I designed Satan, what is this lore"/ I shrugged, "he misplayed the Sicilian once more"/ "Then fell for a joke about the grocery store"/ He plotted...

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