A great symphony frozen
In iron and steel, on a chilly
Star-studded night was played
Gently on waves, it swayed
Like a queen, grandeur and grace
Soon a cold icy monster a pallid shape
Claimed the death toll, watery gape
The heroic bandmaster played his last
Pizz drowned in frenzied screams
Pulses died down in ocean’s callous chest
Death's grand finale!
Hundreds of souls on their final voyage to God
A legend ceased before its start!
Now stands the witness to a thousand
Shouts of horror, futile tunes
A piece of tarnished wood that violin
A lifeless survivor!
So the violin remains a lifeless survivor! But it brings to mind the sad tale of a glorious vessel which was supposed to triumph over wind and wave but was cruelly dashed by an iceberg not long before it set sail, drowning the dreams of hundreds of men and women! Great write!
Very nice. It really touches the heart and one is compelled to bring those last moments to the inward eyes and feel for those hundreds. Fabulous
Hello Yasmeen i presume you are writing about the Titanic. This is a wonderful poem so well written I enjoyed reading well done to you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love poetry that depicts a part of history. Good blend of literature and history. Thank you for your comments on my poem, Holding A Pen. Appreciate it very much. Yes, I always listen to music and write. I think in pictures, so it's easy to depict what I see fully. Music transports me, as I listen to it, I hear the words and write. It's like interpreting a foreign language, kind of, the music is the language.