Gary Smith Poet Rhyme

A Historic Event

Unknown to them their universe was shrinking 

It was bitterly cold as most lay asleep,

None of them dreamt their ship was sinking

None of them dreamt of facing the deep,

Yet there it was, that colossus of doom

A meeting with fate they were sailing toward,

The freezing Atlantic would claim them all soon

But so far early morn... 'twas all quiet on board.









Based on the sinking of RMS Titanic 
Which sank in the early hours of
April 15th 1912, claiming 1517 lives.






Entry for
A Historic Event Poetry Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula.
18/9/2020. Placed=1st.

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Sam Kauffman September 28, 2020 at 3:09 PM So many lost, but, thankfully, some saved like Molly Brown. We just never know. You have captured that sense of foreboding in your succinct lines. Congratulations on your first place win! Gary Smith September 28, 2020 at 3:14 PM Thank you Sam. :)

William Kelii Kekaula September 24, 2020 at 6:45 PM A succinct hammering of words you have depicted, Gary, a poignant truth you have concluded, forlorn undertones overall, blessings my friend on your honorable placement, Aloha! William Gary Smith September 25, 2020 at 12:40 AM Thank you William. :)

Joanna Daniel September 18, 2020 at 11:00 PM The so-called "unsinkable" sank, sadly.. Well penned, Gary:) Gary Smith September 19, 2020 at 3:00 AM Thank you Jo. :)