The Graveyard of Ships

Beneath the fathom’s deep, in wreckage’s graveyard
Of the forgotten, here the broken bones of ships lie still,
Covered in a forest of seaweeds greenery.
Corrosion steel hauls ripped wide open, lay against ancient
Wooden beams from vessels voyages, of long ages distant past.
Faded names, render no clues reference, for the maritime detective.
But tragedies lost vessels, did ride upon the frothy foam, 
And spray above, sailing the big blues timeless tides.
Nay Poseidon's toll ti’s payed in sailors flesh, melting
Humanities dreams beneath his drowning waves.
Beauties fare, and proud are they, the crippled, 
Swallowed whole by the aquatic storms avenging rage.
Mercy's mere-angels weep thus, for the mortal souls lost,
Guiding them towards their spiritual resting place below,
And welcoming them unto their fathers kingdom beneath,
The abysses darkening depths.
Torn asunder is mankind's well hued craft, shattered
Into bits pieces, large to small, a glittering shards
Rain of destruction. crashing into the muddy bottom,
Of the under belly of the sea itself.
Deaf are the silent cry's of men, whom leave only
Bubbles streaming upwards, as their last epitaphs
Tribute for thy existence.
The devil's gardens, swim these black waters,
Turning them crimson red, sharp toothed monsters,
Feasting upon carrion discarded left overs.
Dark figures, phantom creatures, lurking just below,
The briny surface, awaiting for the Poseidon’s next victim,
To join the graveyard of ships.
Faded are their names, forgotten titles, as the paint
Peels, on the once majestic vessels.
Now they remain wreckage’s ruins, abandon to the
Mercy of erosion masterful hand of destruction.
Hear the sounding clanging of bells, whom ring in
Silences of troubled waters abode, it is the cracking 
Of doom, beware thy young lad, he whom seeks fortunes
Favor abroad, for only fools test the might of the sea,
Against thy own grit and survive.
Thus thee shed a tear for the fallen, dear lad, 
For no other will on the dead’s behalf, in thine
Cemetery of the graveyard of ships. no passages
Return tickets are given.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
SPIRITUAL-HISTORICAL
02-03-2914
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Ponce Avatar
April 21, 2014 at 7:36 PM
I've always been drawn to the image of "sunken graves". There's something very sinister underwater. Your version of and take on this chilling truth is unique and I'm glad I came across it.
Williams Avatar
February 10, 2014 at 5:46 AM
Cheryl a mariners tale told very eloquently....David
B Avatar
February 8, 2014 at 8:16 AM
One of the most beautiful poems I've read in a long time. You weave vivid imagery with distinct auditory awareness to create a poem that flows perfectly from beginning to end. Thank you for sharing.
Rogers Avatar
February 5, 2014 at 6:25 PM
Very Nice Poem! Enjoyed it much…Thanks for sharing//Sinclair
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February 5, 2014 at 12:09 PM
Many congratulations Cherl xx
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February 5, 2014 at 6:52 AM
I often sit on top of the cliffs overlooking Whitby harbour. Hoping to see the replica's of ancient ships come sailing in with sails and full rigging . It is a wonderful sight when they do but you soon realise how hard the sailors of that time had to battle to keep their ships afloat . I loved this poem. Thank you
Mehta Avatar
February 4, 2014 at 11:59 PM
IT impressed me too and congrats on the win, cherl
Loving Iii Avatar
February 4, 2014 at 11:18 PM
I'm hard to impress. But this one impressed me.
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February 4, 2014 at 10:35 PM
This is the true winner. I have to bow down to it. I myself was very impressed. Bravo.JOHN HENRY LOVING III
Johnson Avatar
February 4, 2014 at 6:47 PM
Congratulations on an enormous win with an enormous poem. Joyce
Bugeja Avatar
February 3, 2014 at 7:49 PM
this sonnet is intriguing.....Love it..Ive spent many hours at sea on a vessel...so yes, it truly makes me think....great read! ~~hugs~~
Guzzi Avatar
February 3, 2014 at 7:12 PM
Hmm I think you are turning into a BARD!! what an adventure! Hope you're doing well, I've been missing you with all these sonnets! Light & Love
Pettit Avatar
February 3, 2014 at 6:12 PM
A few small improvements would make this a very viable work. I enjoyed the depth of your descriptiveness.
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