Best Sirens Poems
You measure love in the
leagues across the sea,
and if it was more than twenty
nothing’d bring you back to me.
I could not bring myself to
that same principle of love
could it be measured in distance?
Can you measure the sky above?
For each night I sent my heart
across the stars to you
an immeasurable distance
perhaps, but it is true.
I couldn’t deny your heart beat
beating next to mine,
but it came as a surprise
when you looked at me to decline.
The sirens were calling
they were singing you a song
you measured love in the distance
the sirens were closer all along.
Under the ocean where King Neptune rules,
multiple species of fish form schools.
The most fantastical fish you'll ever see,
is a mermaid in her long-haired glory.
Sirens of the sea are they,
their voices one with the ocean waves.
Half human with a fish's tail,
they appear to watch the ships that sail.
Known for their beauty and seductive ways,
their lives consist of frolic and play.
Sailors beware their beckoning cries,
pouting lips and sorrowful sighs.
Don't give in to their playful allure.
You'll regret it, that's for sure.
For if you join them in the sea,
they'll keep you with them indefinitely.
They'll play with you until they tire,
then leave you to King Neptune's ire.
So if you see a mermaid fair,
Enjoy the view but do take care.
11/7/15
For Julia Ward's Fantasy Fish in a Fantasy Ocean contest.
The waves crushing her tiny body with striking blows
White creamy wash caresses her golden skin as the wave slows
Moving sluggishly towards the horizon
Because of a recurring vision she hopes she’ll arise in
Her feet digging deep into the sand as it sinks between her toes
Emersed, with arms folded she prepares and off she goes
The cool oceans breeze kisses her beet-red cheeks
It knows what she’s come for and what she seeks
Sunshine drips onto coppery auburn locks shimmering, it lifts
A pale honey-wheat straw sunhat spins away and drifts
Almost completely submerged in salty brazen waters
Compelled at this point with the nauticus mythic plotters
Shut against blaring sunrays are her deep emerald eyes
Her sunburnt face gazing up at vanilla skys
She meditates on what had before appeared, a glimpse
Of the siren with long flowing raven hair and other nymphs
Teeth chattering to tapping sounds like wooden castanets do
Contain her trembling lips she can’t, they turn purplish merlot-blue
Shaking from an Autumn’s cold spell, she imagines she’s a mermaid
But diving in opaque murky silt wasn’t what she had expected
Her bare flesh emerging from impure poisonous rot of green
Blood red ripples dripping from the clouds that are unseen
Neither she nor the fierce Cyrene, Apollos wife the naiad should dread
Numbing overcomes her at last she hears the siren singing in her head
Paralyzing fragments of her hallucination now bestow
A gifted sacrifice her (secret thoughts) needed for soothing waves to flow
In the distance a cranberry sun sets, now streaks of pink implores
A darkened blue-green sea, maroon and sapphire shores
A beautiful mermaid appears and thanks her for her secret thought
That only love for the deep blue sea (the ocean is life) and to all this be taught
What if I told you Deep in the abyss
Was a watery haven where mermaids exist
Guarding treasures of pirates consumed by the sea
Residing in shipwrecks among the debris
Maybe you have heard their harmonic chorale
Through ocean’s Secret aquatic canals
A Spellbinding symphony
A treat for the ears
But be well prepared
it will move you to tears
So next time you’re feeling the call of sea
Just know that the sirens are singing for thee
The Sirens of the sea are calling
With a voice that is beyond compare
No man can pass without then falling
Into a spell that is their snare
With a voice that is beyond compare
They sing their eternal song
Into a spell that is their snare
To draw him in and do him wrong
They sing their eternal song
Calling for a goddesses return
To draw him in and do him wrong
They'll trap some sailors on their berms
Calling for a goddesses return
She was kidnapped by Hades you see
They'll trap some sailors on their berms
For the god of death won't set her free
She was kidnapped by Hades you see
He plans to have her company forever
For the god of death won't set her free
Her presence there he will not sever
He plans to have her company forever
No man can pass without then falling
Her presence there he will not sever
The sirens of the sea are calling
Several sirens singing on the shore
Called Calypso’s crew for them to adore.
Willing witless wanderers;
Oblivious obeyers,
Which waves washed through a rocky tidal bore.
Svelte sisters sieved the sailor’s gore
That the salty surging sea cast ashore.
Boiling briny blunderers
With olive oil and oysters
And feasting until they could eat no more.
Sleeping with sirens
My sweet song lured you into my bed
On that dark mysterious night
You were so fascinated by my seductive ways
In which I caressed your face with gentle hands
I was your wicked witch
Your queen of the damned
Such dangerous ripples went through your mind
For some, I will never understand
For I had mistaken you as the true king
That could rule a great land
Just not my kingdom
For it was not your destiny
You were not my prince charming
Coming to save a princess of distress
You found me as the dragon behind the wall
Ready to burn you at the stake
Like you burned through my soul
Ice cold in your speech
You were never apart of royalty
You have no honor to bestow
You are the jester
Entertainment to the harlots
I will not be incarcerated under lock and key
This much Is true, I am liberated of the life I won't
Continue With the one who played fool
Legends speak of banshees of the blue briny deep, whom cast bewitching
Spells mesmerizing voice and song, beware youthful mariner for charms echoing
Beauty, may cause deceptions fall from grace, nay naivety’s innocence
Attracts creatures of passions folly!
In the Grecian headwaters of historical mystery, these damsels of seduction
Parlous feast on the souls of wayward men, who’s lustful desires are never
Satisfied by honest women of proper barring, or noble birth!
Blue eyed vixens with erotic convictions, are more to the liking of well
Traveled men of ill reputes fashion, yet these lashes lusts are only
After the flesh, bone and tasty marrow of the living, their bonus
Is deserts just reward, thy very soul’s possession!
Oh mother dearest, protect he the lads whom seek fortunes
Favors by sails cast unto destiny’s distant shores, for beyond
Lies the forbidden isles of temptation fiery, and none return
From the aquatic wilderness alive or whole again!
Mer-gypies nomadic beasts of reflected images of beauty,
Clinging unto the rocky craggy shores beguiling the unwary
Sailor, weaving enchantment’s enticing allure with promises
Of pleasures beyond the mortal experience!
Intensity’s emerald spheres pierce through the night, these
Seekers of vulnerability’s sinful, prayer by the light of the full
Moons illumination, that at sunsets rise no man or kindred’s
Son, has gone missing beneath twilights mystical essence,
Thus so be advised he must be lost at sea, is all that is said,
To a broken hearted mother, and a sweet darling left behind!
Cast off the docks of forget-me-knots remembrance, petals
Of sorrows tears, rose colored floating diamonds shed by
Longings embrace never to be fulfilled!
On isolation’s distant beach the jackals gather in a
Heckling breach delighting amongst the spoils of a
Crimson feast, singing the voyagers swan song,
Unto the cast a ways vanquished soul!
Legends speak of banshees of the blue briny deep, whom cast bewitching
Spells mesmerizing voice and song, beware youthful mariner for charms echoing
Beauty, may cause deceptions fall from grace, nay naivety’s innocence
Attracts creatures of passions folly!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
A Porsche squats by the side of the road,
keys tucked in the ignition.
We stare at the coupe with our salivating glands…
this devilish hint revving our hidden pleasure.
Slowly, slowly we cross the street
on impulse, Roy and I open the door,
gliding our bodies unto the pompous seats
as wheels start the trip, reeling like a breeze.
Not a soul in sight; this is a twosome joy ride!
With nary a conscience, we ram this big-time treat;
sliding a playlist right down metal -rock road.
Then, boomed a noise louder than the soundtrack
popping flamed lights, sirens in the distance…
oh, we just wanted some naughty fun;
but, men with badges are after us now.
The timing and urge for adventure, too brief
Our luck written on crisscrossed stars…
beneath flashy neon, we got whacked,
Roy and I hauled a thief’s runaway car!
Carol Eastman's Humor Contest
by nette onclaud... * from the perspective
of two young men, partly fictional*
1/18/2015
"In the Silence, Louder than Sirens"
lux vitae bodies merge with minds
the silent universe inside us
makes Love louder than sirens
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
“In the silence, love inside us
In the silence, loving guidance
In the silence, love inside us
In the silence, loving guidance
In the silence, peace and quiet
And the sirens won't divide us …"
(excerpt, "Ahoy There"/Dhani Harrison, lyrics)
The harbour rests from the rolling waves
Of a windswept and tempestuous sea
Beyond the breakwater lay sailors graves
Where shipwrecks in eternal sleep rest free
Once lured upon the rocks they didn’t see
Now ghosts of sailors take their endless rest
With sirens haunting cries, their bemoaning plea
Heard in the wind and the waves foaming crest
Yachts now moored, as their owners misbehaves
In dim lit cabins with lovers on their knee
Pink gin’s at sunset and acting like knaves
While jealous husbands spy hiding on the quay
And lovers sit on their boats drinking Chablis
Other yachts sit forlorn not looking their best
Their days spent at sea, with the call of the siren’s banshee
Heard in the wind and the waves foaming crest
Fishing boats chug past, their crew now waves
At those waiting for their catch with impish glee
On the quayside, fish, their customers now craves
And the fee for their catch they readily agree
Then having a meal completely buckshee
The fishermen go home for a well-earned rest
No more trawling, hearing sirens or wailing kelpie
Heard in the wind and the waves foaming crest
Life in the harbour for some is all but carefree
Yet for others it may not be so heaven blest
As they sail troubled seas where sirens can be
Heard in the wind and the waves foaming crest
It is said that there is an island in the midst of a fog-shrouded sea
Where there are mystical creatures, which no mortal man has seen;
Creatures that sing so enchantingly that they entrance all those who hear;
Creatures that sing with such longing that they banish all memories and fear;
Songs that lure ships to their dark death against the rocks and the crags;
Songs that lure crews to their last breaths, to be food for fish and for crabs.
It is said that a ship of Achaeans sailed past this forsaken shore;
Sailed past this fog-shrouded island as its crew returned home from the war.
Odysseus sailed past this island in the midst of a vast lonely sea;
Sailed past the legended island where the Sirens were once said to be.
And Odysseus said he would hear it, he’d hear the Sirens’ dread song,
And ordered his crew to bind him, fast to the mast tight and strong.
Then the ears of the crew were deafened with wax
And they rowed with their arms and they rowed with their backs;
Rowed hard and rowed fast till the danger was past;
They rowed till their hearts nearly collapsed.
And when they were safe and they asked what he’d heard,
Odysseus wept but spoke not a word.
He could only look back towards the island
Where the song of the Sirens he’d heard.
Odysseus alone returned to his home over the white sea foam.
Gave up his wild sea-faring life, lived quiet with son and with wife.
But every night for the rest of his life, as Odysseus lay in his bed,
He heard the song of the Sirens, he still heard their song in his head.
He heard the song still and he ached to be on that distant, fog-shrouded island
In the midst of the vast lonely sea.
(Victorian artist William Holman Hunt was
both attracted and repelled by his models)
Can we agree that, terrified of sex,
Hunt couldn’t help but hunt it, seek it out?
There doesn’t seem to be a shred of doubt.
He felt his women exercised some hex,
conspiracy throughout the lower decks,
full frontal on his Puritan redoubt!
He hated what he couldn’t live without
(the only punter in the multiplex).
And Annie, Fanny, Edith – on they came,
alluring, curing, reassuring, fey,
and Hunt (who fastened fast on blame and shame)
was racked by guilt and had to run away.
Another mantis, but the same old prey,
(mixed metaphor) Hunt headed for the flame.
The seas swell
with saccharine sighs
and stir my seaman's obsession
with blonde pleasures,
but treachery’s buried
in treasures feminine-gold.
A flute, a lyre, their voices
nectar-dipped in danger.
Temptation burns with Hades-flames
on sunset waters;
sea-devils, those she-devils
are salt-in-wound and sugar sweet.
Ooh songstress sisters,
please just a taste;
a kiss on lips
that set fire to desires
with your song.
My sailor’s appetite
hungers for your honey,
whet by curves, wet
and flowing with fanned betta fins.
Ship's mainmast in full sail,
filled with your chanting gales
to get there, find you, possess you,
surrender to you.
Lessons of unholy-lore lost
in depths of forbidden allure;
tidal surge drives my male urge
upon damsel-damned rocks.
Scree, with greed
drowns the sinking screams.
Cursed corpses
litter seabed in breath-less murk.
Oh songstress trio,
so fluid,
so corrupt.
Your flute a primal plea,
your lyre a trembling snare.
Soprano hymns
shiver moon-shimmer on water
as wind-songs commit mortal sins.
Fallen angels’, your sea-mist-sighs
are my lyric doom to die.
Black waves
frothy like pints of ale
undulate with serpentine virgins;
weavers of wind
and wave
and spindrift spite.
This sailor’s fate
awaits escape in vain.
My bane, their sunlight-tresses
turned a seaweed tangle.
In temptress threads
I'm wrapped before I’m dead—
cold embrace of death in shallows,
a mariner’s gallows.
Gull, a laughing witness
fades in clouds. Knows my sailor’s
crossed bones will brine.
Opiate of the sea:
my soul’s shipwreck,
their ecstasy.
My blood,
throbbing with lust,
a poor warrior
against sirens’ maelstrom-song
spinning my demise.
Song of the Sirens
Sara L Russell 29th Sept 2011 00:01am
Come cease thy journey, come to us
Odysseus, Odysseus,
Come silently away;
We'll kiss thee all and everywhere, beneath the ocean's spray.
Oh we are warm and finely made
We yearn for thee, be not afraid
Come close to us this night,
We'll make thee tremble with desire, like beating wings in flight
I dreamed I lightly kissed thy hair
Odysseus, tis true I swear,
Then kisses to thy chest;
Which swiftly ventured lower, at thy shivering behest.
Discard thy garments, yield to us
Odysseus, Odysseus,
Come to our warm caress;
We'll make thee sing the notes coherent words cannot express.