Short Clownish Poems
Short Clownish Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Clownish by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Clownish by length and keyword.
Clownish yaw engines
Spin us about
The blue sphere we inhabit
Its future in doubt
Our cumulus cloud shroud
Conceals the pain
Of tanks, missiles and pogroms
And unburied slain
Categories:
clownish, space, violence, war,
Form:
Rhyme
all stars that bright doth beam
doth not always a-right accord
that moderate terminal destiny;
routes there be craft-fill'd & thorny
but shaft-fill'd with the happy soft ending
clownish & whimsical as ‘tis doomful;
o moderation oft maketh abortive
a warfare’s line of battle at the hottest
angle that would take its foe’s roots.
Categories:
clownish, fantasy
Form:
I do not know?
Jealousy never ages well...
like a 70-year-old bow legged harlot.
Every year the mascara painted thicker
the strut less arrogant
with every sticky minute
no more virgin revelations
coming off clownish lips or pen...
A discarded dried-up turd...
to the bitter end.
Anger, the only remaining vice
of a burned-out free-falling life
So, sip your cold black coffee
From a cracked test tube
labeled "failed experiment".
Categories:
clownish, anti bullying, pride,
Form:
Burlesque
Looking into a mirror at
That person staring back at you
Is not what other people see.
What you perceive is a minds-eye
Aspect of a parallel clone-
An apparition in a realm
Manifested by your ego.
You look into its soulless eyes
That blinks a lifeless mimicry;
And what you think you see is not
On your side of the looking glass.
You conjure up the counterfeit-
A clownish mask- then masquerade
Not fooling nary one of us.
Categories:
clownish, imagination
Form:
Verse
A pufferfish is soft, roundish-sluggish.
Some even say slightly clownish.
Seemingly an easy target...
But when provoked it puffs up and flashes a set of sharp spines.
If engulfed, it'll stick in the throat of its bullhorn aggressor.
It's also highly toxic.
When predators attempt to cancel it, they'll likely die in the process.
If you hadn't noticed pufferfish are popping up everywhere.
Sometimes I see a hint of a pufferfish in the mirror.
Categories:
clownish, america,
Form:
Free verse
House turns into brothel today, near and dear seems prostitute
glory of saree has lost in clownish luxury, lost their gentle look.
Facebook and Messenger continue to serve them freely thereon
dating, chatting and adultery shows barbarian prostitution.
How will they open cloths! If there any cloth on the breast!
pussy is open without pounds! for rice only prostitute try their best.
N.B. This is the translated form of one of my poetry written in Bengali language.
Categories:
clownish, anger,
Form:
Narrative