I thought I'd post this. I wrote it a few nights ago. I've been reading a lot of poetry, and it does help. I must admit, idk the first thing about writing and iambic pentameter, etc. But here goes: "I saw shore through the mist, With it's golden colored sand. I called out, but there was no return. And my vessel was heavy and swollen. The boards started to give. I called once more, I yelled once more. The light did shine, Upon those flowers so devine. I heard thunder from behind, In front, the flowers so devine. I felt the cold rush over me, and upon my deck. I called once more, I called once more. The vessel started to drift, toward the storm. I started to work, to save my fair vessel. Thunder from behind, I looked forward, the flowers so devine. And I called once more. I called out once more."