My last poem if this goes unnoticed. I won't stop writing it's just that I won't post poems here anymore because nobody would seem to care. Not a place to get my feet off the ground. Here it goes.

"The thought being homebound enticed the girl to no end,

The feeling to the immigrants on-board spread like trend,

Past pains from home, hurtful words from hell,

Must this boat go slower, she couldn't tell,

All those dictators, the fascism, those memories she'll bury,

Yet the boat will not give pace, mustn't tarry,

Eagerly await the liberty's head,

A sure sign to her she wouldn't be dead,

The thought aflutter, she felt like singing,

Singing, singing, singing, singing,

Fluttering the words as coast came to view,

But the obstacle beheld was noticed by few,

Crash through the hull, the puttering stopped,

Singing, singing, singing, singing, sinking, sinking, sinking, sinking,"

By: Nathan Allen