Short Tightrope Poems
Short Tightrope Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Tightrope by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Tightrope by length and keyword.
I tread so lightly
upon taut thread of being
holding back restrained
fearing failure ever poised
lopsided by threat reward
GOING TO DEFEAT THE DILEMMA
heaving sighs I grip my walker tighter facing the tightrope ahead
(c) sally young eslinger 1/15/23
A funambulist
Walks the tightrope
Between mind and heart ~
An error of judgement
Places love in jeopardy
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Bob Hope was the most clever "dope"
To cope with the tinsel tightrope
That nosey Limey
Could laugh, "G'blimey"
Whilst eluding Donald Trump's grope!
guiding me through life's tightrope,
the steadiness of your hand;
the strength, hope and faith in it
keeps me from falling.
Balancing matters of the heart.
I walk the tightrope that's my life.
Dream being to find harmony.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
There was a tightrope walker named Zella
Who all people thought was one brave fella
He took their dare
And with a flair
Tiptoed cross falls with opened umbrella
Speak the truth
at your own risk
Wager fortune
for just one kiss
Walk the tightrope
of joy and pain
No past or future
—the moment gained
(The New Room: January, 2024)
CIRCUS
Exiled from native homes
Slave creatures imprisoned,
Forced to do tricks,
Tightrope lions, clapping seals.
Elixir of grotesque clown disguises
Drab animal lives.
Ann was an aging acrobat
That is until she became too fat
To sit on a flying trapeze
Cavort or leap with any ease
When the tightrope began to bend
Ann's acrobatics came to an end
I dreamed I asked my dog Bixby,
"What should the third of your tricks be?"
He said, "I'll walk on a tightrope.
But if I fall, I have high hope,
if I break something, you'll fix me.
walking the tightrope
between sanity and insanity
how little it would take
to lose my balance
the slightest breeze
~ really
AP: 3rd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2022
Walking the tightrope so narrow
Careful not to lean to either side
Public safety over here, freedom of speech over there
~ In the end, administrators so damned scared
Two Empire State Buildings fly by Earth
Phobos will crash into Earth on Mars Day
Careless Martians created our universe in Pluto's lab
Pluto walks a tightrope over underestimated solar flares
Across uneven terrain
tightrope-walking
narrow mountain passes
dodging sniper fire
He carries her picture
tucked into his heart
From that wrinkled photo
his thoughts ne'er depart
Few of us, excluding window cleaners,
And tight rope walkers,
Are not afraid of heights,
Yet we are all walking the tightrope,
That is life,
With greed on one side,
And need on the other side.
We’ve lost the ability
to laugh at ourselves …
P.C. humor both lifeless
and dry
Our levity as tepid
as our character flawed
Fraying the tightrope
—awaiting a fall
(Dreamsleep: March, 2023)
There was a wife of a tightrope walker
oil his tightwire to surprise the actor.
When arose holding long pole
crowd roared, he slipped into roll
no net; with an ugly scowl turned to her.
3/3/2020
Breathing in clouds on a tightrope,
a mountain to each end,
I dance over howling canyons...
To the side of earth on which you stand.
I will make it there.
Vernal beloved, I will make it there.
X
A ram ready to love the wind in the tree
Roused by the action of the sea
Intellectual walker on a tightrope of glee
Emotional and warm as honey fanned bits bee
Stinging fire to the eyes, preserving privacy
Think I'll go on Jeopardy, I know a bunch of stuff
Like who's the first dude to walk a tightrope in the buff
Sadly needed a poop
And wearing no suit
Pooped on the spectators, apologizing was tough
Think I'll go on Jeopardy, I know a bunch of stuff
Like who's the first human to walk a tightrope in the buff
Sadly needed a poop
And wearing no suit
Pooped on the spectators, apologizing was tough
Listen to poem:
how long can I
keep up this charade
be your buffoon
entertain your every whim
tiptoe this tightrope
you lined with eggshells
pretend everything’s cool
when deep inside
I’m slowly dying
AP: 2nd place 2021
Blossoms,
pink and cherry,
alabaster and puce,
herald the vernal equinox.
Sol arabesques lightly on His tightrope,
balancing His time equally,
stirring His audience
to burst forth with
blossoms.
Walking along the clifftop
Balancing on the edge
One side solid and known
The other not
What began in a run
Ends with a crawl
One side ice
The other fire
A tightrope of our sanity
Reality or fantasy
Who really knows
(11/9/25)