Best Siphon Poems
steel clouds once more freeze
bare trees comfort each other
ripped trunk holds it together
the sun shields its eyes
its flames dying in Winter
the core feels the biting chill
it is in my bones
deep set; can’t shake off the wolf
its gray-fur-stare is howling
my hands crisp and crack
tips and knuckles peel like bark
soulless rain drips down the oaks
my knees turn from lies
thinking themselves well in Spring
they limp like twigs before snap
cerise cheeks remind
the otherwise bleak weather
that seasons will change in time
sun will siphon miasma
Categories:
siphon, weather,
Form:
Choka
I see the future
in the constellation of my crystal tears
as you siphon the sparkle off what’s left of my joy.
Heavy is my heart where you spread your composting ego
sacrificing my fire.
Your unwillingness
to ascend from darkness
on wings of breath and light
is not lost on me..
as you strut your fan of peacock plumes
snuffing out any hope
for my flickery flame.
Susan Ashley
July 19, 2018
~ Third Place ~
Contest: Any July 2018 Poem
Sponsor: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
~ POTD ~
July 21, 2018
Categories:
siphon, angst, conflict, depression, fate,
Form:
Free verse
I siphon the twilight ether
like sweet smoke from apple wood
I draw its magic IN, (as the kiss of a hookah)
fill my being with the dewy air -
let my blood saturate - course
I breathe ...
the essence of soft shadows …
I feel your press, still
you abandoned this realm in tragedy
but haunt my footprints with a weighty tread -
your substance, my constant counsel
tenderly binding me, hushed
I yearn ...
the essence of soft shadows …
I drown in light, ambient
suffused with the pulses of life and mortality
worn like skin, love ever trembles -
emerging from its constraints and errors
to shed brutal but boundless purpose
I adorn ...
the essence of soft shadows …
I embrace the heavens
absorbing the aphotic expanse with my being
earthbound, I am a diaphanous reflection of luster
the misty, echoing likeness of the cosmos
born of stardust, breathy and elemental -
I become ...
the essence of soft shadows ...
the essence ...
... of YOU.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Completely Your Choice 20, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Epic Ethereal Editor" Poetry Contest, William Kekaula, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 13" Poetry Contest, Mark Toney, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in "The Essence Of Soft Shadows" Poetry Contest, John Lawless, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Brian's Choice W, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Strand Pick 11, Any Theme, Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
siphon, analogy, appreciation, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse
I close my eyes
Feel my heart on fire,
coal set scorching in subterranean mine.
Now, must I pluck out
this fire burning , siphon this out
these drooling embers?
I am not to be blamed. Please,
I didn't start it, I only kept it ablaze,
with that tiny spark you blew in.
I love these golden flecks
they hold me in a fiery fantasy, a fairy
with wings of love and a sparkling magic wand.
Look, can't you see,
our dark silhouettes an entwined beauty
drenched in the heat of unguarded love ..
I am the moth
drawn to your passion's flame
dancing wild as tomorrow never comes.
Protect me, from your fire,
this golden trance I love so dear,
to dust may I burn
in embers you feed my heart!
Happily so...,what if tomorrow never comes?
For Gail 's Burning Embers contest...
02.17.2013
Categories:
siphon, happiness, love, love,
Form:
Free verse
Mother India
Each August 15th since 1947, a day of expectant waiting –
Either terror from India’s enemies and frenemies
Or the terror of weather, some natural happening
Or holiday hazards, even hospital tragedies …
This year, 2017, has India and Israel in alliance
Culture and history connects these ancient folk
Different, yet similar, even in religious compliance:
Ritual purity, Hindu and Jew, avoiding beef or pork
For generations now, we have been South Africans
But grandparents loved the movies, famed Bollywood -
And we learned more of music from these films
Names like Nargis, Sunil Dutt, Rajesh Kanna, plus Shah Rukh
The classic movie, “Mother India” – with hard times
With village life, and then those famines
Family sacrifice, especially from Mothers divine
Sad songs tug those chords across miles and times
So now, this August, we say Happy Birthday: Jai Hind
And in sibling magnanimity, Bless Pakistan too:
Politics and language, love and hate, led to partition
Moving on, we seek Shanthi and Shalom, Salaam and Truth
Poor India, rising India, nation of every contradiction
You are still worth admiring, both kurtha tops and sari
Cool cottons and silks for export, along with technicians …
Those deep religious roots siphon truths told by Mahatma Gandhi ....
(c) Anil Deo, 2017Aug15
Categories:
siphon, absence, africa, beauty, birthday,
Form:
Rhyme
The evening sky invites me to gaze
Beyond the porch’s open window,
Igniting my senses to reflect about
Bygone days like one long replay
Where parts of time appear from a widescreen...
Lingering on, a hundred diamond stars
Flicker towards a dull, grey mural:
The Moon, not full, but crescent, takes the lead
With constellations dancing to her tune---
Then flash and zoom, the core of this plight
Erases me from folds of mind that once
Savored a wise and knowing grace;
Entwined with laughter and intensity
Of profound dreams gone wrong,
The kind that's hard to siphon from my heart—
when farewells loom to rip love's pulp
accepting the value of a treasure learned.
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Jamie Pan's Contest 2/23/2017
Theme 6: Reflections on a window
Categories:
siphon, introspection, remembrance day,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Shattered dreams like shards of glass
thrown wildly on the ground,
part of a soul reflected in each one;
"Dare to dream" they shout,
empty words...missing persons.
Blood flows freely along the ground;
A river to nowhere,
a life of nothing.
Where did the directions end?
When did the breathing stop?
Take away the dreams
every last one;
Take away the light
for darkness hides the shame;
siphon the last drops of blood
let no river flow;
sweep up the glass
for no reflection shall ever show.
Categories:
siphon, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
Drop by painless drop
Washed down the drain,
Flowing to a stop
Free from my brain
Hysteria and torment
With regret to follow,
Make their descent
Amongst fear and sorrow
There they all go
No need for them now,
Still learning to do so
Was never taught how
So deeply instilled
And clotting my veins,
Their intention fulfilled
Until I took the reins
To draw the old strife
Siphon all the negative,
Right out of my life
For a chance to live!
Categories:
siphon, anxiety, bullying, life, moving
Form:
Quatrain
I want to go deeper than physical lust
I’m ready for our spirits to be released from our bodies
Sexual astral projection
Our spirits intertwine as our bodies become one
May The intense auras of that moment be shown
more than just grazing the top layer of skin
I’m tryna see more than just the darkness behind my eyelids
Listening in on the sweet subliminal song we create
Drawing out my breath with your siphon
Your moans send me into deep trance
I’ll soup you up with force
My lips exude slippery encore
I want more
I am no longer myself
I am your stroke
I am your heartbeat
I am your meek treat
Let us increase these sweet creaks
Make it loud and proud because nobody’s around
Our pain our rage our aggression adds seasoning to this meeting
I get to know u a bit more
As you Open your closet doors
Gave me permission to explore
You knock and knock at my door
So you can take a swim
I may warn you it’s a sight to feel
And a touch to see
The real me
The battle of giving me to you
I’ve held on to it for so long
The clench in my jaw is strong
But u keep thrusting at the right door
Tears fall down my face
Warm waves begin to build up as you still work
LET IT GO
LET IT GO
You’ve found my glory in purgatory
What you don’t ask you’ll never know
I feel the pulse and you see the glow
So look me in my eyes
Because your spirit just became mine.
Categories:
siphon, body, love, romance, sexy,
Form:
Rhyme
To be, or not to be: that is the question.
O’, to be unseen by the hands of the greater good!
Fettered with ignorance, a bliss more wanton than the love
Of a willing beauty; higher than the unknown
Depths of stars on a black hole journey; richer than
Humus long unturned by the spade of time – to be
Unmarked and bare - unknowing of what is, truly, is
The forethought of a hindsight never claimed.
Yet, to be known and to know, is the means of
The seeker, the listener, and the master of blood!
To be is within and without, the stars and the earth,
The state of no mind, and the keeper of no time;
The light in the darkest dark – unbound is this
Striving, from a heart meant to endure! But alas,
A torment follows the lit up singular, the gold
Amongst flesh, for all the world wishes to possess
Its worth; to know it intimately – to siphon its essence
From its stock piled earned, and spit each transmuted
Cell into the dust of a desperate house;
To dust beneath the feet, of unwavering laws.
To be is death - a dying into blindness, reborn
Without a stage; unseen by hands that widdle away
Their time on precarious planks, not knowing
A thing about those who see their folly,
Nor the consequence of their unending ignorance.
To be, or not to be: there is no question.
The first line here is from the Grand Master, Shakespeare's Hamlet, act 3, scene 1...To be or
not to be:that is the question....best line ever.
Categories:
siphon, dedication, life, people, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
You seduced and teased my yearning, with your succulent lure
A floral fragrance sumptuous and bizarrely pure,
You impaled and intoxicated my mind, with your corporeal charms
My impassioned heart, raced to your ominously parted arms!
You clasped me like an octopus, locked me in your iron embrace
Then I saw the restrained venom, glistening on your shifting face!
Irrevocably entrapped! Sandwiched between your gluttonous claws
Acquainted to your enormous hunger, peering from your slack jaws!
Couldn’t you heed the dilapidated struggle of my impotent gasp?
You unfeelingly asphyxiated me with your murderous grasp!
I was blinded by the appeal of your suicidal, sensual strokes
Now on your magnetic cuddle my body whole, shudders and chokes!
No longer are you suave, aromatic and flirtatiously tender
Virulently tamed, I rue my battered woeful surrender,
Like an insatiable leech you suckle me, siphon my naked despair!
A monster transformed, lacking traces of compassion or care
My labored breaths grow scrawny and senile,
While you gleefully devour me, with a ragged, complacent smile!
I writhe, you chew and grind and gnaw!
Like a vulture, ravenously consuming my remains raw!
I wane in vain, haplessly I tolerate
Aware, another victim will share my fate!
© Maverick Nyambu
Categories:
siphon, betrayal, heartbreak, love hurts,
Form:
Rhyme
Rain falls on granite.
Glaciers unwind.
Snowflakes decrystallize.
A murmuring stream collects,
in the confluence of the melt.
A river is born.
Her banks expand.
Nutrients collect in the torrent.
Rocks tumble in the frothy white water.
Speed and power intensify,
with the reshaped swell of common elements.
A river grows.
Transformation is slow and muddy.
Men build obstructions,
harness the river with turbines.
Irrigation canals siphon liquid gold for crops.
Barges navigate goods over current.
A river is tamed.
Sediments build in the depths.
Reflections dominate.
A serene shoreline nurtures abundance.
The hasty flow has noticeably slowed.
Every mile traveled increases breadth of verity.
A river ages.
Some vanish with anonymity in vast deserts.
Others clash violently into endless seas.
A few form rich, braided deltas.
Inland lakes, without drainage, capture some.
Geologists and children are in agreement.
All rivers end………
Categories:
siphon, liferiver,
Form:
Personification
Welcome To The 21st. Century
(by Joan Donnelly Ellis October 22 2015)
Have you ever felt separated from society,
Through no known fault of your own,
Because there's been a decline in social gatherings,
Since messaging's increased via internet and cell phone ?
Have you ever sensed a change in home environment,
Where once true love's expressions were the norm,
And now anger lounges with anxiety and depression ?
Seems no escape from the silent, deadly storm.
Spending time alone was once a good thing,
Timeout to rejuvenate , get restored to vigor fresh,
A vacation well deserved and necessary,
Getting back into the Spirit and shedding the loathsome flesh.
But you feel your life and energy depleting , feel wasted,
From the isolation you've become a prisoner, a borderline cuckoo
Avoiding all personal contact with those once treasured loved ones ,
You at insatiable computer, while devils siphon brains and add to poisoned brew.
Do you suppose you might suffer from agoraphobia ,
Subconsciously grounding yourself to house arrest?
Realise if you persist in mutilating love and freedom.
The further from all that's worthy of your devotion you will digress.
Categories:
siphon, addiction, death, society,
Form:
Rhyme
As I awake with light and cries of my own transcendence upon my eyes
I transition to transfer transfused dull interactions into something transparent
Cause I'm sick of these kids with wit that think they give gifts
So I sift into the way I live, and shift my deeper perspective
A prospective detective that collected all that he reflected
But was he really perceptive? Because at one with his soul he perfected
Purposely accepted the connected connection between being exquisitely electric
And distinctively impressive, but always neglected because in this world he reflected
An imperfect soul infected and injected with respect and hectic, which wasn't authentic
So he set off with his heightened soul which wasn't frightened cause he loved lightening
But enlightened with the love of a lion, but remained silent, and never followed "Simon"
He'd siphon the dying cries of his tyrant, his triumph was of those called a titan
A never ending alliance since the time of the mayans, but defying the riots
And soulless science, They just can't see why, they're tied down and deranged
Because they ranged from enraged, strange insaneness or even being brainless
So I'm embracing my own delayed "dangerous changes......"
Categories:
siphon, community, conflict, confusion, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
AFRICAN SUNSET
Watching the sun sinking into a golden horizon,
My heart’s glad as I watch the evening sky siphon,
The scorching heat from an African day,
Giving reprieve to all life that may,
Rest until the morrow, now a day older and wizen!
Categories:
siphon, africa,
Form:
Limerick