Tatters Poems - Poems about Tatters

In fragments and tatters, in pieces and shards, scattered by the winds of time, I gather them carefully, even if they hurt me, my fingers bleed, but I do not stop, These precious fragments, these bitter shards, these tattered edges and broken tears, I collect them with longing, refusing to let them fall into oblivion, Each piece carries with...

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Tatters, a tall funny clown Is so famous in town Always at a birthday party Making kids extremely happy But every trick or joke he makes A disguise of his heartaches Brought by his painful past Grown at streets, feeling outcast Parents died when he was ten Adopted, abused and maltreated He left home and went astray His life went miserable everyday Trying to cover up his...

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Here am I in my vibrant facade Performing well to cheer others Yet my soul is in tatters, my eyes can’t deny Needing assurance for triumphant future… Oh, Lord, please help me smite crisis-fear. Here am I striving to fulfill my comedian role Exposing antics of mirth-filled laughter Though my heart is in tatters, my eyes reveal Ailing with hopelessness’ scare… Yes, Lord, I...

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I make you laugh but, within me, I cry, Will my wet eyes dry only when I die...? My makeup makes you feel chuckle at me, My heavy heart within, you cannot see...! Trained like a beast, I learn tricks of my trade, At arduous times, who comes to my aid...? Pain and I are siblings born together, Grief and...

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Jester wrapped in worn out wears. Forced smile to hide the tears. A feeling wrapped in crafty disguise for being so loud is not wise. A shield that echoes happiness, but deep within is loneliness, for the ghost of yester years hunts the soul, but no one hears. A prisoner of act undone; Of dreadful things...

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I’m a clown part- time for children’s parties. I laugh because for my job. that matters. What kind of clown would I be to show my tears? I cry inside because my heart is in tatters. I had a wife who loved me very much. We had a child born of our love so true! His face was fair; his hair...

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They laugh at his theatrics, The troubled is eased of every worry, The sad wears a smile, The angry forgets every hurt. He puts aside his troubles to do his work, He cloaks his hurts and entertains people, He's on the stage for others, No one is on the stage for him. He’s off duty for a season, He’s off the spotlight for a...

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Life used to be so glorious for me when no one feared or scorned me. Children flocked to circuses and parties just to see my great performances. This clown’s life rocked! The world has changed, but I’ve maintained my style. I ride my red tricycle, juggle balls, and do my slapstick tricks that once brought smiles. Laughs followed my outlandish, well-staged falls....

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Suddenly from somewhere A street urchin- An untamed bird of the wider sky Dropped down Into the circus tent Before him was unfurled Scenes eerie….awesome!! Roaring lions and tigers, Gibbering baboons, caravans of camels, Animal tamers and acrobats, Artists balancing on poles Swinging from bars to trapeziums Pliant girls with plastic limbs And pouting breasts, Walking on tight ropes. A strange world, Peopled with beasts and men! His face, painted white and...

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Oh, but I am just a man an entertainer a man of the people I have bubble gum at the bottom of my shoes and yes, the children cry I know they think I'm scary even when I try and give them a surprise and I see the parent's faces defeated they wanted to do something kind as do...

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Defeated now frowned, he seeks the sound of laughter. Head hung down, blue eyes search for the sound he is after. False Expressions of joy choose to paint his face. Shoes 4 sizes too big, clothes of cotton and lace. A Towering striped tent, of spent seats and empty rows. Smells of cotton candy and peanuts once peppered your nose. A...

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Life bedraggled. Clown mask in tatters. What matters, shattered into a myriad of jumbled pieces. Nowhere to hide when you can't make a laugh anymore. Entropy is funny that way....

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No one noticed his eyes Sad and out of place That's not what they paid to see His pain he could not show So he painted around his fears! In order to deceive His eyes concealed behind A hug red nose, It rained cats and dogs His life now in tatters His heart tied in knots! His smile painted on Holding his trembling...

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I drew this sad pencil drawing when I was feeling down It's the way I picture myself, the vision of a gloomy clown Messy hair, bulbous nose, my mouth sketched in a frown My tears on the verge of spilling. In them I wish I'd drown Baggy suit, ruffled neck, a disguise I'll wear until it tatters She doesn't care...

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Freckles fall from Tatters downtrodden countenance. They fell like snow onto his chest below. Only one landed on his nose, Rudolph-proud. He shared Bozo’s hair - orange and red - a frenetic flair. Face is narrow, pale - with blue eyes - used to be pie in the sky blueberry…now Tatters is just blue. Lips, thin and pink; eyebrows like...

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