Siphoning Poems | Examples

Artic Air Assassin

Blowing through my area for a few days
gust making temperature bitterly cold  
rushing underneath my coat; soo bold
penetrating my layers of clothing and boots
siphoning my body natural warmth 
hands throbs with pain; gloves no help
feet and face froze noticeably numb
leg bones stiffening as I continue to step  
restricting my singing and dancing blood flow
left me feeling empty, cold, and stiff head to toes
wondering, "are you trying to steal my heart and soul?"

Rock Steady

He played a rock steady beat,
That rumbled as a train on its tracks.
The echoes rebellious stark.
Moving the nicotine in the chest.
Siphoning joy from the very air.
Distilling it down to a sound.

He played a rock steady beat,
The snare rasping like sand on grass.
Hip swaying and ecstasy led.
A blur of microphone humming.
Distorted and redacted down.
Making sense only to the senses.

He played a rock steady beat. 
When summer heat promises darkness.
Sweat crawling spider like.
Unable to think through the noise.
A dream of bass note vibrations.
And white lightening feedback.

Vacancy

Internally, I am at peace
Making the most of those
Idle moments
Simply siphoning every last
Second of sanity
Yet there is the yearning
Opening the dusty heart has risks
Undeniable, soulful yearning

The turbulence of love

In lovers’ tender times of togetherness,  
They share sweet, soothing whispers,  
With smiles blooming wider than blossoms,  
Their joy, a kind beyond all measures.

But when love begins to fade within the heart,  
And jabs and pokes cause feelings to sneeze,  
They’ll say the world’s troubles batter,  
Flailing affection, siphoning off the glee.

Then, fights emerges, hosted in a deepening rift,  
Imparting solitude that conceals hidden sorrow,  
Making smiles fade like fleeting shadows,  
Darkening their rooms, turning love into scars.

Could this be a furnace meant to refine with tension?  
To test the sincerity, to reveal the true emotion
So when love blooming, will be broader and stronger,  
With shields prepared against life’s turbulent tide

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Water On the Brain

There’s a God, under my hat 
        hangs out, to pick my brains
        Has one interest, on his mind 
        he judges my ill gotten gains 

        There’s a Devil in my pocket 
        he’s there siphoning off veins
        Sometimes tops up my wallet
        wanting my soul in exchange 

        The hat and pocket have holes 
        but on balance, cause no pain 
        My soul may be lost to money 
        luckily my brain, has free rain

By
David Kavanagh

Lucid Lap Dance

Tenacious ichor tells entire construction
     Divulges puerile battles during idle procedure
     Relic compiling spotlight show seduction 
     Library ivory tower truth siphoning beseecher 

     
     Adapted lady adorns princely throne 
     Padlock hammocks tween valuable threads
     Warm cove cocoon moors love's loan 
     Imbibing cover only, for information dreads


     Mould folded within her novel costume
     Pacifying massage, limbs lubricated levitate
     Elephant keratin tusk thrusts impromptu 
     Smudge of shame fades chalk dust archaic
     

     
     
            -   Fifth September 
             Fabricating Sculptor

Truth

She sat at your table
You laughed at her jokes
She saw then, but couldn't believe
It was all an orchestrated hoax

You invited her to afternoon lunches
But left her to find friends
Her presence made a difference
But not enough for the lies to end

She beheld the scuttlebutt 
You four crowded in static whisper
She was too white for your dark
Drink and tattoo parlors to appear a hipster

You received her flow of life
Inviting your leeches to glow bright
Siphoning energetic creation
So you could be THE light

She said nothing..just walked away
Hoping you would return in time
You did, with gestures of value
To ensure she was still in line

...to bow

TRUTH doesn't speak
She stands in LOVE
Scales in hand
Inside Mama dove 

Court is in session
Only WORD has the floor
TRUTH was never alone
Daddy God has cut the cord

...to lies

Written by Trudy Schrader on 03/29/2022

Innate Knowing

Energy neither is or isn't. 
Yet we rarely seek its answer. 
Thoughts washed against tide;
dirty minds come clean. 
 We're free as mist 
but sink as cement 
contemplating 
the back and forth 
 of God's word
 and the formulation 
of our will. 
So many similarities 
between spirituality
 and religious preambles
We never constitute
 deeper meanings 
like black skin mingled 
with white friends.
 It's amazing
 how scared we are 
for love to touch. 
We say so much 
when it's never enough. 
Going back in time
 urging our stunted selves 
to grow up but remain 
so infantile now. 
Sometimes I wish 
change was as simple as 
fulfilling what if's.
 More than caramel 
textured kisses
rendered at reveille. 
Or moon siphoning 
melanin from our
psychedelic entanglements
You and I combined 
with shades of grey
because with you
 So many colors
compliment your 
spectacular array.
 I've thought about this 
for as long as I can remember. 
The only answer 
I've come to accept is,  
nothing is ever as simple
as seeing you smile. 
The slightest curvature of your lips
 has my soul 
mouthing "wow"

Gravity

Gravity
Sprite, Sprite sucking light
Siphoning thoughts and might

Who is watching
To determine your border?
What mind will expose you?
Who will betray me?

Where did you come from?
How did you invade 
MY PRIVATE UNIVERSE?
Is it original sin
Or someone closer?
Is their purpose in 
Your gravity?

Who will lift her head and cease accusing?
From whence cometh my help?

Jehovah Rapha
I settle in your palm.

You are greater than the Sprite.
I rest in You

The Sprite

The Sprite
Sprite, Sprite sucking light
Siphoning thoughts and might

Who is watching
To determine your border?
What mind will expose you?
Who will betray me?

Where did you come from?
Is it original sin
Or someone closer?
Is their purpose in 
Your gravity?

Who will lift her head and cease accusing?
From whence cometh my help?

Jehovah Rapha
I settle in your palm.

You are greater than the Sprite.
I rest in You

Monsters of the Sea

A contracted seafarer...concerning no servile rank, 
kept e'er involved watch...away from menial daily tasks top deck,
while steadfast wary of...the diligent taskmaster's whip.

A dawn swift gust...brushes the ship from a rocky pillar, 
duly rallies from rest...aids calamitous bellows from crow's nest,
witnessed by crew...rose an angel disguised with devil horns.

Seawater laps feverishly...against ship's wooden hull, 
as panic over breed minds...once sturdy legs go feebly about,
cascading thoughts grips privately...every man for himself.

Another abrupt action...frees a churning sea expounds,
and an opening hole...devouring anything within its midst,
as desperation consumes...a ship has long met its doom.

A lone selfless soul of limited else...moved past the lost,
and hastily clutched a burdened javelin...and hoist it upwards,
with his petitioned combined strength...released the deadly blow.

Her dying scream...was drowned out by restored happy voices,
and a wealth of well-wishes and praises...honoring accolades,
as lone eyes of a humble sort...gaze a siphoning pass.

The Statesmen

Listen to the music of centuries
Remembering looking toward peace
"We must disentral ourselves"
The congressmen
Big black tires
Big black men,black suits
Siphoning your GRIT
The corporate war profiteers
Who are they as bats at night
Chameleons in all natures
Camouflaged at appropriate times
Demagogues!the cause of poverty
Be angry at the sun
The public men,publish falsehood
You are no Catullus you know;
To lampoon these crude sketches of ceasar
Struggle for power;and women for fame
I stand alone dazed words giving way
Blood gurgling down into the mud and sand
This nation,A village of thorns and brambles
The old earth is withered and undone
While decades pass
Pleasured in the dead's heritage
Riots and robs,
some busking in the glory of others
Others salvation
Others the lords of charity,
Splashing dirty millions in altars and Holly stages
You are begot and spawned in shame
Little resources huge demands
Oh wanjiku!How long shall the donkey tire for your load to be delivered?

Count Dracula

as midnight strikes
Count Dracula
sweeps across the floor
his piercing onyx eyes
locked on his prey
executes with artful grace
his macabre dance seduction

in one captivating swoop
charming the panting victim
she offers it up
as he sinks his teeth
siphoning  from the porcelain neck
her ruby essence



AP: 3rd place 2020

Posted on October 13, 2019

Full Disclosure

Half wits spouting half-measures,
never fully investing
in the future of 
flesh-and-blood commodity — 
You and me

Air head bottlenecks 
spewing half-hearted promises,
full belly lies
Bloated heifers udder scam skim siphoning 
our children’s milk money empty

Half mast, drunken pirate eyepatch guides
vomit heave half-pint integrity
Taking morally challenged parrot plebs 
on a suicide, 
Styx River reprobate ride

The hidden cost, 
those Tasmanian half-breeds
always hide

But full disclosure 
can keep the safety hatch portal
partially open for only so long
It’s truly sad ...
When a full deck of divided people 
got half a mind to follow 
what’s royal toilet flush wrong

A Phoenix

A black mythological bird
That lived for many years
Died on a pyre of slavery and impoverish
1960 a new phoenix was born
To move away from destitute
But still inherit the same load of poverty-stricken
Beautiful black and famished as ever
The same batches of infamy
Myopia leader that got paid for their blunders
Ethnic bickering, nation suffocates
War, hunger, job-devoid
Politician connive in the dark
 No future with kleptocracy
More ranks to their siblings adorn
Nation sough siphoning off to aloof
The phoenix should die
And rebirth but lousy wings should decays

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