The Sad Clown

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The Sad Clown


The child has grown
To conquer the crown.
But made himself a clown
By selling the soul's burn.
As he is alone
He became down
And feels to yawn,
Though love to move on.
Waiting for a dawn
He weeps and mourn.

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Rhymer commented on The Sad Clown

06-02-2010

Nice poem, as children I think we all grow to conquer the crown, then reality of adulthood sets in. My take on your excellent write. 10 from me.

Hamnaz

06/02/2010

Oh really..thank u so much...as u r a Rhymer i feel u got the rhyme in my words..yes the poem[if it is worth to be called like that] was just the result of a fraction of thought,poorly written to some extend...

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

Hamnaz’s Poems (15)

Title Comments
Title Comments
Because you are my Mother. 4
LOVE FLOWER 2
Answer to My Silent Prayers. 4
The Sad Clown 1
Yellow Roses 1
Rossy Rose 0
Gorgeous Orange Flower 0
Red Rose 0
O Violet 0
Critique the Critic. 1
THE POETIC LANGUAGE 1
DEATH 0
WORDS LIKE SWORDS 1
SOLITUDE 0
TRUST 0