Joker Poems - Poems about Joker

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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More can’t piddle with their piddler Nor can fiddle with their fiddler Age removes more than a little Rage just leads to the hospital Life gives us many fits and starts Strife’s left once we lose bits and parts If there’s less poke in your poker Riff out some jokes from your joker For the 8x8x8x8 contest...

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Life's a deck of cards, fate’s unsteady hand, And I hold the joker, at life's command. For every joy, a shadow falls, A dance of highs, and sudden stalls. One moment I'm laughing, a heart full of glee, Next, I'm crying, despair captures me. Happiness fleeting, sadness its twin, A battle within, where to begin? Depression’s grip, a slowing tide, Time crawls, and shadows...

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Jester The Joker juggled bottles decorated with the reddest flame. Three jars spun jiggling in the air jars four and five he held with care. Letting go of the ones in his hands he caught the next two on command. Jester The Joker juggled bottles decorated with the sky light blue but, out of one jumped Winnie the Poo. Then Winnie the Poo tried...

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Joker: Sunday dinner had a precursor of momma announcing I'm cooking so don't nobody touch this stove Then when I got older, they would always say if you can't take the heat stay out the kitchen But the brain automatically goes against the challenges of free will And against my better judgement some things I just had to...

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You've eight fingers, two thumbs, like most folk ...

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In highschool the class clown's name was Seth Made some laugh and bored others to death It wasn't a rumor His good sense of humor Couldn't hide a slight case of bad breath...

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I had heard of a poker face, haven’t you? But this was the first time, the first time true That I heard of a joker face in blue It happened when I visited my cousin Sue She took out the face and said, ‘what do I do?” This joker face has gotten me in trouble, Lou. I had no words. The...

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Joker with a twist carried stuff all over town Your load is too heavy one said, put some down But he was used to helping everyone in every kind of way It makes life interesting, and keeps me excited every day...

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We were learning to play bridge, and it was okay I guess. I always outbid everyone at the table including sister Tess. Mom and Dad took one each of us, “you get that twin.” We always took them down, rarely would we win. One day when the rest of them were away from the table Sassy joker jumped into my...

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I had heard of a poker face, haven’t you? But this was the first time, the first time true That I heard of a joker face in blue It happened when I visited my cousin Sue She took out the face and said, ‘what do I do?” This joker face has gotten me in trouble, Lou. I had no words. The...

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Joker with a twist carried stuff all over town Your load is too heavy one said, put some down But he was used to helping everyone in every kind of way It makes life interesting, and keeps me excited every day...

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The joker had the most fabulous fashions around So many things were striped, no solids were found. He was wearing polka dots and had flower stickers too. Clothing of every gorgeous color, shade and hue. A miniature elephant was doing a circus trick. Showing off next to his circus tent so thick. The joker and beast gave each other a friendly...

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I'm the joker the clown who can behave but people can still walk away ...

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Who are we in this wicked land The boat I row in the sea of truth Is getting emptier day by day My hands are getting tired Where am I heading My mind is getting cramped The same question that never stops fading Happiness is an overrated feature. The spoon to feed that to me Have fallen into this chopping sea I’m wandering...

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