John Donne

(24 January 1572 - 31 March 1631 / London, England)

A Burnt Ship - Poem by John Donne

Out of a fired ship, which by no way
But drowning could be rescued from the flame,
Some men leap'd forth, and ever as they came
Near the foes' ships, did by their shot decay;
So all were lost, which in the ship were found,
They in the sea being burnt, they in the burnt ship drown'd.


Comments about A Burnt Ship by John Donne

  • Gold Star - 30,330 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (4/21/2014 9:38:00 AM)

    The subject of the finality of life in the ship wreck and by shoot of enemy is nice subject and there may more meanings to the poem which an ordinary mind cannot comprehend and the poem is very nice to read in its essence of life. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 14,713 Points * Sunprincess * (1/28/2014 8:54:00 PM)

    .......those are two tough choices....so vividly written with awesome imagery (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Titi Dale (3/22/2013 4:27:00 PM)

    I love this poem! There is a interesting rhyme scheme and imagery to his poem, as well as good use of words: D (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Mike Kendall (6/22/2011 6:29:00 AM)

    nice bro i love it! real nice idea and imagery (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Michael Gale (5/29/2007 2:05:00 PM)

    Great poem!

    If John Donne were to be looking down from Heaven...
    He'd see for sure he'd be always rating much higher than a mere numbered as seven.

    His llines and stanzas greet niucely to mere mortal eyes...
    As he stares down from white billowing cloudy skies.

    A smile might to enlarge to this past lifely face...
    He should do well to be proud and not ever to partake in unheavenly disgrace.

    His poems will greatly add to Poemhunters site as one of the top poets five hundred'th in place...
    For he'll probably remain on that list and never ending from that space.

    Back in the day of his long ago written days...
    He probably most likely had no idea that his slot here would eternally be forever more and never to be gone to a passage to erase.

    Who was this poet so long ago? ...
    Real talented for his well written show?

    Olden time poets seem to reign supreme...
    Well aft' their earth held days had they dared to dream.

    Yes, he must have been very gallant...
    For he had so much of a rarest talent. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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