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The Cruel Sea

Pounding seas, wind tossed spray
Cold North wind, blowing night and day
The ice gripping men in disarray
The convoy ploughing onward

The merchant vessels, shadows in mist,
Weave and wind, wend and twist
Then disappear when torpedo kissed
The convoy ploughing onward

The small corvette, the guiding hand
The leader of the straggling band
But cannot make a fighting stand
The convoy ploughing onward

The men washed into icy seas
The eyes that bulge, the limbs that freeze
The ship brought down upon its knees
The convoy ploughing onward

The submarine torpedoes roar
Explosion, seas rush through open door
Ships and men on the ocean floor
The convoy ploughing onward

Few are left when journey's done
Supplies got through, the race is run
So many lost, so who has won?
The convoy ploughing onward

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Beata Agustin June 26, 2025 at 2:25 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Skat A January 26, 2016 at 11:06 PM TOM, A great pleasure to find and read the inspiration poured from your pen today. Love ** SKAT **

Pamela Griffiths November 6, 2009 at 5:23 PM Lovely poem Tom. I enjoyed reading it. Pam

Carol Sunshine Brown November 5, 2009 at 3:50 AM I would like to welcome you to PoetrySoup Tom. I also wish you the best in your writing endeavors. If you have questions please feel free to ask anyone here. We are all willing to help and if we don't know the answer we will find someone who does. Love, Carol

Carolyn Devonshire November 4, 2009 at 4:50 PM Awesome description of a war at sea, Tom. I could feel the cold seas rushing through the "open door." When so many are lost in war, the question always begs, "Who has won?" What a powerful, brilliant write in form, rhyme, meter and content! Love, Carolyn