This poem is a special one for me as I won a CSPA Gold Circle award for it. This work was something I compiled in 30 minutes in a speed-writing competition. Below is the poem and I hope you all enjoy!
With Prayer
The stars shine at night,
Angels from above easing fright.
Raging seas filled with anger,
A power invoking danger.
An old ship left all alone
With little to no sign of coming home.
The sailors cry to the moon
Singing together a boastful tune.
A chant of pride and joy heard on deck,
With the heavy winds forever upset.
It is left impossible
To escape the inevitable.
The tides are pushed back,
Forming a colossal wave of wrath.
Still the melody refuses to stop,
Holding hands raising their voices on top,
Left with no other choice as it drops.
Their eyes remain closed,
With the great wave feeling unopposed.
Now eased sailors gone with their lives
Watch over the seas with prayer,
Serenading the oceans with their cries.
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