I wrote this poem for a story I wrote a little while ago which I may publish here if you want. Comment your thoughts on whether I should or not.

Wild, wet waves crashed down on the rocks like a giant fist pounding a wall. The wind was howling like a wolf. The boat split open as the blue predator dragged it down.
A white dagger pierced the beast and a mighty roar came a few moments later. Again and again the dagger pierced the beast each followed by an unearthly roar.
Finally death came and the waves were still, the clouds left and the scorching sun returned. The storm had passed.

Not sure if it is a poem? What did you think? Comment your thoughts. 🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌩🌩🌩