Best Whirlpool Poems
Abaft the beam the aberration spun
Below the turbid surface like a pearl
Commanding all attentions, overrun
Dissolving as colloidal midst the swirl
Encircled tons of matter as dissolved
Fierce vortices, toroidal in their whorl
Gesticulating with his mates, involved
Hypotheses suffused the captain's ire
Intense 'twas this anomaly, unsolved
Just as a jester moon dipped to retire
Kinetic phosphorescence flit the mast
Low on the mizzen, as St. Elmo's fire
Miraculous, a beam shone in its caste
Now tying ship to sea by water brake
On deck the crew were timidly aghast
Pervading all, their need to undertake
Quick means to thus escape adversity
Relinquishing to flee that eddy's wake
Surmising that the undertow would be
Too close to e'er escape its pearly skin
Unhesitant the captain plunged the sea
Virulent, boiled the brine, he in its spin
With sword held tight, defiantly above
Xiphoidals sliced the vortex from within
Yet with the ebbing sea his crew thereof
Zeus in his glory, never knew such love.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Quirky Tercets" Poetry Contest, Nina Parmenter, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Abecedarian Contest" Poetry Contest, Caren Krutsinger, Judge & Sponsor.
( This form is called "ABC" or "Abecedarian", and it's also an Epic Terza Rima in Iambic Pentameter, with 10 syllables/line, counted @ HowManySyllables.com )
Categories:
whirlpool, fantasy, history, mythology, nostalgia,
Form:
Abecedarian
Luckless vessel plucked from the surface;
sucked into uncharted fathoms.
Relentless, roiling vortex
consumes all evidence.
Sated, exhausted,
swirling eddy
dissipates.
All is
calm.
Categories:
whirlpool, boat, natural disasters, ocean,
Form:
Nonet
Whirlpool
opposing current
tides swirling downdraft vortex
blown canvas of glass
5/30/2016
# 9 Glass Art
8/28/2014, first poem submitted in poetry soup
Categories:
whirlpool, allusion, art,
Form:
Haiku
Mind’s been on edge. These drugs just seem like the only way out.
I tripped and fell into an abyss of time.
I’m going back in time, to try and figure out where I MESSED up,
But it’s all gobbledegook to me, its stressing me out, tearing me up,
I keep hearing the whispers of your memories within my heart,
Are you humming under the bed?
Is that your eyes I see every time I look in the mirror?
Is it all inside my head?
Or am I going crazy, seeing as you not around no more?
Come tomorrow will I remember you?
Will I recall your face in passing on a crowded avenue?
Will there be a sunrise tomorrow?
Please don’t walk away.
Don’t leave me here.
Don’t leave me yet. Don’t let these memories fade,
Make them stay.
Why can’t you just give me the benefit of the doubt?
Give me a chance to explain, to reason with you?
Guess I’m talking to closed doors and blocked whatsapp calls.
Geniuskin
Categories:
whirlpool, absence, cry, farewell, goodbye,
Form:
Ballad
Luckless vessel plucked from the surface;
sucked into uncharted fathoms.
Relentless, roiling vortex
consumes all evidence.
Sated, exhausted,
swirling eddy
dissipates.
All is
calm.
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31 August 2017 (this version)
For the "First Poem" contest sponsored by Kim Rodrigues.
(2nd Place)
Notes for contest:
I joined Poetry Soup a few years ago and posted this as my first entry.
Reading back on it now, I am still pleased with its imagery and the message held within; how even the largest, most powerful man-made vessel becomes infinitesimal and completely helpless in the face of Nature's wrath.
I feel the poem flows with a nice rhythm and, as one kind 'Souper commented, the shape of the Nonet form almost replicates that of the subject matter - subconscious intent or happy coincidence…?
Poetry Soup has been instrumental in boosting my confidence and maintaining my output. The member-run contests provide continual motivation, whilst the kind and supportive comments from fellow 'Soupers are nothing less than inspirational. I thank you all.
Categories:
whirlpool, metaphor, natural disasters, ocean,
Form:
Nonet
The Whirlpool Galaxy of grand-design,
a stately spiral with companion small,
once held to be in gravity’s confine
of greater galaxy’s imposing sprawl,
is shown in sharpest image ever caught
to have essentially been gliding past
for myriads of years, beyond our thought,
behind the Whirlpool’s classic swirling cast.
A cosmic canvas visioned by Van Gogh
limns canopy above from earth below
as though he could intuit fluid flow
of astral turbulence the skies bestow
in Vincent’s Starry Night’s celestial dream
with Whirlpool soaring o’er in stellar stream.
~ Harley White
Categories:
whirlpool, art, earth, image, space,
Form:
Sonnet
I forget what form of poetry this is (wrote it for English class a while back.)
Swallow within your own, Panic!
Wriggling in its strong grasp, Suffering!
Subdued beneath its murk, Frantic!
Twitching weakly with hope, Flickering!...
Peacefully captive lost soul, Unspoken…
Recalling events long past, Ebbing…
Neglected feelings pour out, Broken .
© Samir Georges
2007
Categories:
whirlpool, introspection, life
Form:
Silently she waits,
wearing a crest of a wave on her finger.
The night will erase all the meaningless fears.
Silently she dares
to break all the obstacles unforeseen,
to dive into the truth
that is far from luxurious.
Silently she realizes
that part of her fault is in building a world of hypocrisy.
Silently she dreams
of becoming younger.
Silently she falls asleep
between Achilles and Odysseus,
counting the reasons for blindness.
Silently she melts the ice
of her tranquility
in a solar whirlpool
that must eradicate her as well,
but it won’t.
Copyright © Maryna Tchianova | Year Posted 2016
Categories:
whirlpool, addiction, adventure, beautiful, change,
Form:
Blank verse
A force of nature spirals in the middle
of a river, making the fish, leaves,
and sticks to dance together,
crashing against each other.
The fish don’t want to move in circles;
they want to swim downstream…
Date published: 4/25/2016
Categories:
whirlpool, destiny, imagery, metaphor, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Whirlpool of colors
Beguiled by vibrant colors butterfly flutters in perplexity.
Written Feb 22nd, 2016
For contest "Monoku #8" by PD A
Categories:
whirlpool, beauty, butterfly, color,
Form:
Monoku
Pulls the trigger…
Bang…Bang…Bang…
Blood and nothing else…
Screams, shouts, horns
Rain, wet, soaked
Ringing bell,
Cheerful faces full of hope
Colorful clothes, bags, umbrellas
A worried look, anxious to get home
A cloaked figure
With malicious gaze
At the passersby
Crawls into darkness
A ringing sound…
No movement, no answers…
Answer machine mourns
Over the sad message
A shaken figure,
With torn clothes
Holding the last drops of money
In her clumsy hands
Falls into a drunk pit
Calls out for her son
Knocks on the door…
No movement, no answers…
A piece of paper
Words shrouded in sorrow
Waiting to be read…
Cloaked figure reaching into his pockets
For the little pink and blue boxes
Tears the ribbon…
“Oh … a silver ring”
“Oh… a teddy bear”
The bear soon finds itself
Lying on a pile of trash
The ring glowing in a shop window
The worried face reaching the doorstep
Afraid to knock
To enter
To call his mother…
A note awaits him
To take him deeper into
Whirlpool of disillusionment
The shaken figure has managed to get up
Fumbles in the darkness of water
For her dropped coins
The cloaked figure is at home now
Stretching its evil feet on the sofa
In his cozy house there is fire
Dancing flames of warmth
Ensuring him of his happiness
The worried face is now drenched
Not with the rain but watery lavas
Of his volcanic eyes
The shaken figure is on her way
To her home
Where her son may be waiting
For bread and butter
Their royal food!
The worried face hears
Knocks on the door
Rushes to see his mom
“How should I tell her?”
The shaken figure comes home
Only to see her son with
A mourning look
No need to ask
No need to say
Sorrow has devoured
The only possession left to cherish
Family…
Categories:
whirlpool, death, family, father, life,
Form:
Free verse
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..........H
.............I
................R
.............L
..........P
.......O
..........O
.............L
..........T
.............W
................I
.............S
..........T
.............S
Devours the ferry
Roars in agony
Devil’s symphony
Angels to bury...
Categories:
whirlpool, death, nature, sea,
Form:
Various perceptions afloat in a sea of thought,
Ideas and thoughts independent;
Emotions swayed in random movement,
Yet all in one direction advance
By a force unseen and cohesive.
Feelings creating moods;
Moods that scream and insist on action.
Imaginations stirring reactions to every thought
Which give birth to consequences.
Categories:
whirlpool, confusion, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
Waking up and shaking up
Running up for the daily dose
Drying up is every rose
Dying up is every rose
Drugs and thugs ruining lives
Selling smiles and all knives
It's not to give you joy
It's mere a deathful toy
Waiting out with their ploy
Getting in trap every girl and boy
People selling drugs in convoy
Police Sirens all over the town
The thugs free with no mask or gown
Killing humans without a frown
Police Sirens all over the town
Categories:
whirlpool, abuse, allusion, corruption, environment,
Form:
Bio
A WHIRLPOOL OF MY MIND
Cycles of life..churn..revolve,dissolve..
resurface..mix in restless sleep.
Deep from the chasms of the
unconscious, the froths of
yesterday's concerns as flotsam
become a jetsam dream..to
scatter up on the beach of
our tomorrow..as hazy recollections.
Forlorn..half-remembered..such
detritus of our persona slowly erodes
shrinking in the light of day.
Put into proportion such giants become
dwarf like..distant litter on our
horizon..to fade away forever upon
the tide of each new dawn's..reality.
Re post inspired by TS contest
Categories:
whirlpool, cancer,
Form:
Bio