A Poem by Zackman220

Vague steamship pirate poem.

The sweet whir
that no one can deny
as you just fly by
Waving to the shadows below
Laughing as you grab your fellow
Looking through the smoke
Hoping not to choke
looking down you may see another
But they will most likely not bother
As long as those colors are hung
and with care and dignity they are rung
From the distance you see
something that is hard to believe
Unguarded and unarmed it floats
Trying to catch it with your hopes
Time now to grab your ropes
Attack it with all your strength 
hopefully it wont be at great length
Smash, burn, stab
Lacerate, and grab
For none is too much
for your great bloody touch
Inside and out you make it clean
and then with a couple words you make it careen 
Flying away out of the scruff
Out comes that mighty huff
For victory over no one known
but for the fear and vanquish of the unknown.

© 2010 Zackman220

Advertise Here
Want to advertise here? Get started for as little as $5

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register

Share This
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Added on November 2, 2010
Last Updated on November 2, 2010



Eastlake, OH

Well, let's begin. I am a very novice Science Fiction and Fantasy writer. but I am working hard to become a better one. I am beginning to work my way into more of the steampunk genre than anything els.. more..