Short Siren Poems
Short Siren Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Siren by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Siren by length and keyword.
Like a Siren song
Across the oceans I call to you
Sunlight fills my heart
I softly whisper your name
You are my heart beat my all.
Twisting tendrils tempt;
unwillingly lured into
your melodic maw.
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(C) John C Michaels, 2014
Helpless, hapless soul
laid bare and rent asunder
by haunting vocals
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(C) John C Michaels, 2014
Barking dog, siren, and boom box
Are among the top voter squawks
There's no solution
To noise pollution
But your Congressman says money talks!
Chemistry infuses
Grains of solace
Forecast
Passion illuminates
Forbearance wakes
Queries
Affirmation ejects
Anticlimax occurs
Siren
The delicate feather
Of a golden winged bird
A song like soft rain
Green grass with blades of iron
A young girl pretending to be fine
The bird merely a siren.
And so it begins once again.
The heart kickstarts into the familiar rhythm
The mind recalls patterns of relentless thoughts.
The body moves in time to her music.
Sabine a spoil, selfish siren of the sea
her song is sweet as honey
luring sailors to their deaths
then sneering as their ships
smashed upon the shore.
ALesiach © 9/30/2015
the bubble
burst
indolesence
resumes
deflated
shaken
sombre
inside,
phobias form;
pity,pity
performs
her
siren
song...
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> Siren
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> He heard the siren of opium.
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> He'd been warned to
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> cover his ears.
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> He did not.
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> He follows the song still,
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> moons and moons later.
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> He never whistles.
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You are formed of the wind
That bears your name
In the breathless hollows
Of the gale
I hear your song
Like a Siren culled
From an ancient storm
It calls to me
And I am loathe
To turn away
And from you flee
A lonely siren pierces the night
commanding attention
stillness betrayed
A lonely siren captivates
commanding sorrow,
fear and hope
The lonely siren fades
in the distance
prayers follow
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Siren,
your fluid
hymn lures
me past tense
gray gulls
who eye me,
anxious
for my safe
return
They circle,
keening...
and the tide
moves to
free me of
my moorings
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I hear your call
Your siren song
Dancing on the wind
The words tangle in my hair
I hold tight to my resolve
Pray that my strength holds
I can't give in
I can not lose
Goddess help me
Allow me to stand tall
To face this demon
Help me say no
Siren songs float over silver seas
stirring deep desire in hearts of mortal men,
lured like madora moths to light
they swiftly steer a tumultuous tide
to rocky roost on steep stone,
knowing now a last terrible trap
as destiny cuts the thread of life.
sirens sound serious tonight
accident on I-70?
motorcycle that has been run off the road?
cows on the entrance ramp?
pigs running wild after a hog truck spill?
the corn princess’s convertible overturned?
By now you may have guessed, I originate from Iowa.
Sirens in more than one direction.
First responders
My soul quiets as I listen
They seem close then further away
As they leave I feel my breath leaving
And I realize I have been holding it.
I relax for a few minutes until the next siren
Perils of living in a city
You suck me
With effortless ease
Deep into the gyre of your charms
Every single time, yes, even though
I couldn't be more aware
I ought to know better.
You live to do that to me...
And I love it!
Siren at Three in the Morning
You want to abide by custom
but what kind of card
do you send
a man of those years
swept through the night
in a riot of snow
and wet streets
to a hospital quit
one month ago,
a fifth of his gut left,
that eaten through?
Donal Mahoney
On the coldest nights, when the air and land conspire
And the winds sing their siren's serenade of desire
An unbecoming part inside causes me to rise
And festoon my frame with my most festive attire
To step outside for a walk
A silent stroll amidst the hidden horrors of the times
siren singing
her enchanting
song so sweetly
enticing the mind's
of her victims making
them seek out her
loving embrace
temptress so seductive
with every note song
don't be fooled by her
fake facade of innocence
she is an experienced beast
who artfully seeks out her pray
There are told ancient tales of mystery,
of singing maids beneath the sea
with golden tails and flowing hair
how gullible sailors they do ensnare.
Enchanting words their perfect pitch
With their voice, they can bewitch
entranced naive souls, to enslave
enticing them to their watery grave.
I circumnavigate a resplendent globe.
A fiery tangle of thorns and strobes.
The masses rise up against my imagination.
Diseased, unwashed and tragic devastation.
A siren calls out in the dark night.
A call to arms a way to fight.
Oppressive whispers in my ear.
I'm never scared but yet I fear.
I thought I heard
an island siren croon
a sophisticated tune
with words in song
about the moon in June
as a big bright
and bold balloon
enchanting music
captured me
shipwrecked
my heart is all at sea
or am I wrong
imagining things
it's only the waves
and the wind that sings
Too many sailors who have lived to tell,
Her siren song permeates,
day by day it fell.
Luring in ships to crash,
break,
splinter on cliffs,
She masters ethereal crescendos,
opera riffs.
Each day leads boats astray,
the reel of the sea witch,
Nay terror,
her voice pitch rich is much more bewitch.