#clown poems on Hello Poetry

Oceara Miedema Aug 2020

Last night I went to a closed down circus in the city.
A sad clown came up to me.
He kissed me till I had his red lips.
A kiss from a clown is so bold and bright red.
After that you cannot possibly look sad.

So I will go back another night to see if he would be there again.
In my dream later he tells me that this was something between me and him.
Next time bring your tutu dress and I will wear my best suit.
We'll be dancing all night and I'll promise to make your lips bright red.

As I write it all down after last night I hear the neighbours wake up too.
I paint my eyes like his eyes, at least I try to.
But I can't seem to get it right.
So what will I do about tonight?
I shed a little tear, I feel so helpless.
But then I notice it looks good now and I put on the tutu dress.

I take a bus to the city and stare somewhere.
The sad clown must be already waiting there.
At the empty circus.
To give me a clowny kiss.
Only his.

I call for him as I pass the entrance.
Sad clown, sad clown, I'm here for romance.
And so we dance.
Like it's the last night.
It will be the last night...
Red lips, red stains, red, all red, red red, pain.
Don't leave me bleeding, but he goes running as I am dying.

10-08-20

#*** #kiss #from #clown #sharon #miedema

Bhill Aug 2020

Square-Faced Clown

who set the temperance in the square-faced clown
he was dancing and strolling and roaming around
he was scary, he was strange, he was really quite large
no one knew how he got there but he came out in charge
his hair was was chaotic, his skin an orange hue
he wanted to tell stories, all of which were not true
his stay should be over, in that fact we hope
the square-faced clown, it appears is a hoax....

Brian Hill - 2020 # 210

Thoughts...?

#clown #square #faced #skin #orange #dancing #hoax #stories #charge

Vashisht O'Valerie Jun 2020

New town dilemma..!!

May be I should have,
Never come to this town.
With all my accent and tradition,I made myself a clown.
When I first entered, I wish you would be around,
To teach,to preach, to save me, when I drown.
We are no match and I think I let you down.

A dilemma, of a girl who just came to a different place after marriage and facing differences in culture

#clown #teach #preach #save #drown #nomatch #letdown #newlyweds #newtown #town

Poetic T Jun 2020

Bro You A Clown

You weren't vertical with your rhyme,
na brov you weren't a stand alone dime.
Throwing it in the air and landing face down,
you now horizontal laughable like a clown.

But we ain't here to watch you blow up,
more like deflate, claiming this was a set up.
Tripping over your words like a stuttering
F.. ***… k you... and there's ya muttering...

No one follows you, more like your wife walking
out on the embarrassment, **** blocking
you as she got an itch that wasn't seven years,
more like size matters and yours were in arrears.

Look I don't want to put you down, I want to hit
you so hard you feel it in the next life. Llease quit
cos you haven't got what it takes to spit lyrics
you have dry mouth, your words are you own critics.

#bro #vs #arrears #rhyme #dime #clown #faceplant

Peyton Sparks Apr 2020

Depraved Punchinello

The dancing harlequin for all to see
Singing his songs full of glee

I never one trusted that jester white
For I felt it hid thoughts darker than night

The township felt coursing trepidation
With every publication

That the adolescent sprouts were exposed
With the rudiment of life on them posed

The police theories had omitted;
him, causing crimes committed

I shiver in fear when I hear his feet
Falling in line with my rapid heartbeat

He is before me, metal showing bright
I pray it will be made right

TW: graphic description of ******, etc.

#crime #clown #dark #horror #scary #rhyme

Michellina Pierrena R Mar 2020

Tricked

I thought I won the crown
So, I prepared the gown
Little did I know
That's the trick of my foe

They prepared a show
In cold winter snow
I'm experienced such woe
And realized I'm just a clown

My gown has turned into ember
The things I could remember
Only rage and anger
Epitome of the raging fire on December

This just my way of expressing my real life experience.

#lessonlearned #clown #grown #december #experiencev #remember

Alan S Jeeves Feb 2020

The Clown With No Name

There he stood with his painted face;
All focused on the bright colours that he wore.
No one saw his eyes (they were out of place)
Why should they?  That's not what they had paid to see.
It was his jolliness that they chose to embrace.

His eyes, though, he could not over paint.
He could only shade round them in order to deceive ~
Nor gloss over them to conceal that troubled taint...
Eyes which contrasted 'gainst a huge red smiling mouth ~
Sad eyes...happy jocose smile... how quaint!

Children laugh, they think he's hilarious fun
(And so he is when you view him from their aspect).
Grown-ups laugh too, when all is said and done;
They won't know what puzzles are under his hat...
'Notalot' ~ if you'll pardon the pun.

I'm not funny, you see, such as is he;
He can recount a million gags  by heart,
Ask anyone if you don't agree ~ with me.
Where he stores them is anyone's guess ~
Maybe neath the spreading chestnut tree.

He has no folks; he has no wife;
He doesn't even have a name of his own.
He has no fulfilment, only strife,
All that he possesses is his own reflection.
(He has no family...has no wife...has no children...has no life).

Today it rained (he's not to blame)
Teamed cats and dogs, so no one came.
He couldn't laugh ~ he tried and tried...
So he, the clown, just cried and cried.

                                                         ASJ

#sad #clown

Lucas Scott Jan 2020

Death of a Clown

Today we mourn the death of a clown. We adorn our fanciest makeup and brightest wigs.
Our bowties spin and our rubber noses squeak, and the horns’ honks are very loud.

From our tiny cars, we tumble and slip and dance and fall over our floppy shoes.
We glide on banana peels and crash into whip-laden coconut cream pies.

We wrestle to our seats. Pushing, shoving, eye-poking, seltzer spraying.
Loud farts echo as whoopee cushions compress beneath our butts.

The priest takes the alter, but a bull charges and chases him away.
Replaced with a mime, the service finally begins.

Pulling and pulling and pulling and pulling
Handkerchiefs from our sleeves

We wipe each other’s tears
And flip over the casket

So we can say
Goodbye.

#lucas #scott #death #clown