{I don't really know if this can be called poetry, but I scribbled it out while overhearing something that was on TV about the Titanic. It's not very polished but I like it anyway}

Up from steerage
The deck is crowded
All the ladies in their evening gowns.

Rich man tells me to get in a boat.
I fear.
Can we really be sinking?

The band is playing.
Nearer, my God to Thee.
I am cold.

Dawn comes.
There are bodies, floating upright
Faces, seen. Souls, gone.

Here are the next two chapters. Hope you enjoy :D 

Chapter Five

Across The Sea

Hello, everyone! My brother (who is now sixteen) wrote this book when he was eleven or twelve. I thought it was really imaginative, as well as funny. I hope ya'll enjoy it as much as I did.

Chapter 1

A huge ship raised anchor. Aboard her was a crew with cut-throat pirates. The captain of the ship was named Kreen Aktin, or that's what he wanted people to call him. I don't know his real name.

                                                                          ELETA

                               "Is it by your discernment that the hawk soars?" -(Job 40:26)

CHAPTER ONE : Seahawk

Chapter the Eleventh