This poem is dedicated to a distant relative(deceased) who was on and survived the Titanic disaster. She talked of the band that played even as the ship was sinking. So I decided to write a poem about it. Enjoy.
I lit a cigar, just waiting to set sail.
Off to America! Or at least that's what we thought,
not even knowing that our dream would be shot.
The ship flooded with people, two-thousand plus,
the noise was unbearable, so much fuss!
My job was easy, I played in the band,
it might be hard to play since we aren't on land.
It took a few hours, but we finally made way,
it would be another two hours before we would play.
We played to no end, but what could be said,
nobody listened, it was like we were dead.
One day passed, but tonight was bad,
it was easy to tell because the captain was sad.
We played on and forgot all about it,
for if we just stood there, people would have a fit.
We started a jingle, but it broke in a blink,
"Dear Lord! Help us! The ship is going to sink!"
Those were the words that echoed in my mind,
I tried to keep playing, but my fingers declined.
The Captain called us all to the deck,
it was no suprise that the deck was a wreck.
The blood in my body became instinctively hotter,
as the ship flooded with water, Cold Water.
Poetry by andre10
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Written on 2008-05-12 at 03:34
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Cold Water
I stood on the deck, my hand on the rail,I lit a cigar, just waiting to set sail.
Off to America! Or at least that's what we thought,
not even knowing that our dream would be shot.
The ship flooded with people, two-thousand plus,
the noise was unbearable, so much fuss!
My job was easy, I played in the band,
it might be hard to play since we aren't on land.
It took a few hours, but we finally made way,
it would be another two hours before we would play.
We played to no end, but what could be said,
nobody listened, it was like we were dead.
One day passed, but tonight was bad,
it was easy to tell because the captain was sad.
We played on and forgot all about it,
for if we just stood there, people would have a fit.
We started a jingle, but it broke in a blink,
"Dear Lord! Help us! The ship is going to sink!"
Those were the words that echoed in my mind,
I tried to keep playing, but my fingers declined.
The Captain called us all to the deck,
it was no suprise that the deck was a wreck.
The blood in my body became instinctively hotter,
as the ship flooded with water, Cold Water.
Poetry by andre10
Read 959 times
Written on 2008-05-12 at 03:34
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