O Captain, My Captain  January 13, 2011 - January 27, 2011

Contest Completed


O Captain, My Captain - Voyages
O the bleeding drops of red - [writing deleted]
For you bouquets - [writing deleted]
But O heart - When the Battle was Won


***Here's what I want you to do, I want you to write a poem based off or inspired by this poem, it could be anything. It could be any type of poetry but not haiku. The winner will be picked by the most votes***

O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
-Walt Whitman (1819–1892)


Adam M. Snow
Adam M. Snow
Glendale, AZ


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4 Submissions
Created Jan 13, 2011