Short Sirens Poems
Short Sirens Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Sirens by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Sirens by length and keyword.
Legend of New York
Always unattainable
Always seductive
Where sirens will always sing
Where bright lights memories bring
Sirens break the night
Shatter the silence apart
Rhythmic, melodic
My heart tears gently open
Please will you take me with you
While I was out’a slummin’
I heard the sirens hummin’
hands restrained behind
now in jail I find
I shoulda seen it comin’
Ting-a-ling the sirens rang
The guns went bark and dogs bang
Then, chirp chirp the cats sang
I'd escaped the chain gang
bouquets of fire
sirens crack God's garden
Gaza strip rockets
For spring explosion contest
sponsor Maureen mcgreavy
3/27/19
CALMING OF THE SIRENS
sirens cease their song
sea of floating hair ponders —
flautist twiddle-dee
1/4/2018
Updated for a more
Maddening day-and night!
Of an ear's fright
Pleasant route's harness bells.
Now and piercing, roadways'
Alarming brays.
Spring winds rattle walls
trash cans roll along the street—
No sirens this time
Superb, singing mimics without lyrics
Unperturbed and dancing in gymnastics
Albert, buzzing sirens with mnemonics
Swinging with dozens of antics
not anyone
had spoken for hours
but the hard hallway remembered
the sound's echo of ambulance light
and how a woman still clutched her locket
23:29
Breathe out.
Watch the dust.
Phone buzzes.
Read text.
Reply.
Back begins to ache.
Sirens somewhere.
House creaks.
Phone buzzes.
Read text.
Ignore.
23:41
The drone of bombers
In the night sky
A wail of sirens
From the terrified city
Where youth and innocence die.
W.A. CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly 2018.
Bright doldrums exist as seagreen sirens,
hovering forest of trees,
approaching the dock whips.
4/23/2021
green sleeve of his coat
the lifeless cold of his hand
eyes shut in Winter
too young for rose-scented grief
the unbearable sirens
4/25/2019
Bells have tolled
Sirens have rung
Lips tasted tears
Songs been sung
We've remembered the day
in our fumbling way
Words without fanfare
dissolved in the air
Rebel’s highway,
toll free line
Drifting median,
ill defined
Sirens distant,
flashing lights
Mocking laughter
—death’s delight
(Memories Of September 30th, 1955)
tires howling loudly
she reaches for my shoulder
horns like sirens wail
brakes failing on icy bridge
I wake in a hospital
written January 29, 2022
Rapid response unit
Stuck in a traffic jam
Blue lights flash, sirens sound
All vehicles give way
He races on at speed
Must pick up Chinese meal!
park and wait and wait
miss a turn, drive forty miles
extra to get home
give me a home where, no traffic does roam and the sirens are quiet (all day)
meteors
shooting stars
the Pleiades
Orion's Belt
the Little Dipper
the Big Dipper
stars
galaxies
the moon
satellites
police helicopters
sirens
a bullhorn
time for breakfast!
I wake to the sound of red alarms and harsh blue whistles,
Perhaps this is just a false occurrence, it sounds always these days,
The notion is struck down, this world is full of violence.
i can hear the tin-can voice
chimingondesperately
coming from the next-door flat
afterpartyingly
then the sirens and police
somachomannerly
ending up going to sleep
soentertainedly
In the dark of night,
jolted from my bed,
with a thousand thoughts,
racing through my head.
What a dreadful sound,
those loud sirens bring,
welcome to one more,
warm Missouri spring.
Myriad stars glitter
Sad music strains filter
Dreamily seen drifting
Seemingly your gifting
Horizon’s eye awakes
Sirens all but forsakes
Towers of rage thunder
Showers wept asunder
Into racially charged environs
burst cattlemen with branding irons
Followed, fortunately, by squadcars' screaming sirens
Whew... Sure glad those were 'dry runs'