The Golden Barge

Lo and behold!

A gilded barge

With hull of gold

Silken sails that wave and fold

Carries more treasure

Than she could hold

With ruby-studded ears

And diamond tears

The spoiled figurehead

Knows full well her regal barge

Begins to mold.

Beneath the deck

Boughs decay

Looks like Hell

The jewels as well

Take on a sickly grey

Floor boards creak

Far too weak

Rotten

For chests of wealth

The greatest wealth!

Long ago forgotten

Now deep beneath

The frothing waves

Set firm on sandy bottom

No one knows, but

Angelic fish (that couldn't care

For saphire or silverware)

Such innocent, holy things!

Who know no wealth

Live just as well

But our royal barge

Of wan gold

Who carried such a treasure

Who once set out

On a smug endeavour

With belly heavy with sin

Bruised the perfect sea

That mercilessly took her in

Under the blue and into the black

For such a burdoned thing as she

Can't sit upon the sea

Like the moon can.

Like the angels can.

Like the flawless beams of sun can.

They are things of God, not gold.

Unburdoned, light, carefree

But she's a thing of gold, not God

So hard and scarred with greed

Now lying dead and cold beneath the sea

Don't allow your heart to mold like she

This barge all made of gold.

Reviews

[Marie Harrison]

Oh how this reminds me of so many people I know.
Wonderful poem!

[knp]

Beautiful. .

[castargirl]

good job

[Lively]

Nice...

[Yina]

Diamond tears? That's beautiful!!:):) I love this!:)

[Aliciaa Gay.]

This was wonderful. I adore this so very much.

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what a wonderful metaphor to carry through life..I really enjoyed this poem. clever and solid rhyme.

[Jacques]

what a great poem .

[TheElfPrincess]

A wonderful poem, with great description. Well done.

[AndyJCash]

Nice write, always enjoy a good poem that reminds me of pirates!