Short Clowning Poems
Short Clowning Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Clowning by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Clowning by length and keyword.
as spook night end
it was Halloween sin
time to go home
they ran and rome
it was lot was temptation
clowning
the
TRAIN
STATION
mother of two boys
nagged at dad clowning by pool
one dive too many ~
forgive my raised jaded brow
'nag' now aids paraplegic
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
If the world is a comic laugh to you,
And your costume turns you outside in;
Necessity, requires you to laugh yourself,
Right side out again;
Remembering where you've been.
I remember once dating a clown
In the sack he was such a let down
He was missing one ball
And his todger was small
It’s no wonder that he wore a frown!
11~12~17
An impotent circus clown called Billy
Tied balloons to the end of his willy
To his great surprise
His todger did rise
But his girlfriend just thought he looked silly!
03~01~17
Clowning With Downing
Again around all us poets were clowning;
What a wonderful poet is Akkina Downing;
Poems are all viable,
And highly reliable;
Were left laughing and not found frowning.
Jim Horn
bread
edible, necessary
nurturing, sustaining, supporting
sourdough, wheat; big top, entertainment
laughing, clowning, applauding
nomadic, enjoyable
circuses
written January 14, 2022
Contrary to what I've been recently spouting
You can sometimes actually see this guy frowning
No one's always happy
Sometimes I can be ratty
Keep the baddies at bay by constantly clowning
© Jack Ellison 2015
I’ve danced in a clowning jig,
Bells on my nimble toes,
Askew on my head, a wig,
Smile painted over my woes.
I’ve clapped in a rhythm inane---
Jumped in my floppy clothes…
My grease-paint dissolved in rain…
While tear-drop insanity flows.
I’ve danced in a clowning jig,
Bells on my nimble toes,
Askew on my head, a wig,
Smile painted over my woes.
I’ve clapped in a rhythm inane---
Jumped in my floppy clothes…
My grease-paint dissolved in rain…
While tear-drop insanity flows.
Here lie the remains of Ethel Brown
A circus clown from County Down
She’s buried wearing her red plastic nose
‘Twill be the last of Ethel to decompose!
An Epitaph to Make Us Laugh 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Jesse Rowe
4/12/19
All the fun of the circus,
the clowning a round,
the afro wig,
the bright red nose, and lips,
rounds the audience up quick,
in a raucous frenzy,
giggles and laughter a plenty,
a bucket of water,
a spray gun,
a feeling of numbness,
of what will become,
of this fun filled circus.
Notorious songs,
Playing along.
Announcing the undercurrent
Of frustration and distrust.
To belong is fairly simple.
Open the door,
See all the people!
Put the phones down!
Start chatting,
Perhaps laughing and clowning around!
A well written poem
about nothing much at all
says itself
Critics lean forward
ready to pounce
The muse stands forth
the muse pronounced
Someone was clowning around
someone heckled
someone got bounced
the dissenting
were openly venting
After the word-play
a well-written poem
was framed and hung
and not in a good way
“Today we will practice
medicine and cure the flu.”
The clown announced it twice,
just as a fun thing to do.
He went into the laughing crowd,
and found an unhealthy fellow.
Took him by his hand and avowed,
“By humor, health will grow!”
The clown was right, although,
the ill man was embarrassed.
But they all took their bow,
after his cough was suppressed.
You might think that I'm happy
All of the time
But inside my smile
Is upside down
Otherwise, you wouldn't
Want me around
If all you ever saw
Was a continuous frown
I guess that's why
I'm always clowning around
Not wanting others to see
Me feeling down
It's the only way I can think
To keep you around
On the outside a smile
On the inside a frown
Donkey
Should a donkey fail to perform
Simply
set the intention to
Let Her Go
Years of training her brain
A dunce’s hat
title
“Clowning Achievement”
Tethered this donkey and a horse to a tree
Mates no mule, must
let-her-go
A mighty prod in the back
Shows no betterment, must
let-her-go, set-her-free
In point of fact
Set-Me-Free
Seem funny to say ,I like being me,
and when the time comes
My mask makes me free
I like to dress up in crazy old clothes
and wear white makeup and a big red nose.
to enjoy the facade
seems rather odd.
But its healthy expressionate living
I put on my costume
and joy fills the room.
I'm a clown and much joy I have given.
Written by, Treasa Jarvis 07/16/2011
Contest name: It's mask time
If I owned a circus
for you I'd play the clown
(Do jugglers ever tire of throwing up?
Only when they're sick of it.)
or if I had a rickshaw
I could run you round the town
if I were landlord of a bar
drinks would be on me
as proprietor of a restaurant
you would dine for free
and if I had a row boat
I would float you down the stream
but as I have none of these
all I can do is dream
Quantum Mechanics:
The new God
Explaining all.
All creating all.
It can be here, there
And everywhere
Popping out of nothing
And no where.
All at once
Spooky at a distance.
Multiverses a la carte
Something out of nothing
And the chicks for free !
Fluctuations, strings and all vibrations
Musician clowning
Dancing with a violin.
But why should it be,
Be at all ?
Who done it ?
The One God !
Of course, a clown
is always clowning
as poets paint their write --
before with pen and ink
dip we nibs wells of performance
transforming dark ink
to colorful spectacle in showtime
spot of light -- like the pancake
our many harlequins,
like Arora, a rainbow
after cloudburst
real tears or daisy squirt?
we apply our big-top makeup
to cover-up and hide
otherwise unmanageable crowds
of deeply incised hurt --
The Clowns
Happiness has an empty centre
It is thoughtless as the surface of the moon
A passing cloud
A hindrance towards contentment
Brutal and sadistic
Totally self-centered
A smooth tool to hide hatred
The denial of other people’s right
Smugness of the winner
Making fun of the losers
Happiness is the devil`s domain
And the smaller the brain, the happier
Is its owner
That is way idiots laugh a lot.
So why do film stars insist being happy
Work to me is work
If you're not careful, you'll get hurt
Sometimes being at work is a joy
But sometimes it's rough, oh! boy
Work is up! Work is down!
Guys clowning around
Taking the forklift for a drive
Here in the warehouse, it's always live
Work can be sweet, work can be neat
The pace of work keeps a continuous beat
The people, some are great, some are not
Winters are cold, summers are hot
Author: Floyd Neal
Date: July 2003
Inspiration: Having Fun