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Purcy Flaherty Oct 2018
We embarked upon a titanic voyage to a new world.
It’s said that behind every great man there's a great woman; But a woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle.
7 bells rang late that night as our ship stuck fast between the devil and the deep blue sea.
Fingers tapping code, as land lubbers rowed hard pulling for freedom, Sailors quickly battened down the hatches and stowed away the Riff-raff, for they knew fine words would butter no parsnips.
Some fiddlers on the deck played “Nearer My God to Thee", As the bubbles rose from beneath the sea, come buckle down boys or the devils to pay, come hell or high water he’ll have his pay.
Row drifters we're leaving this place, a sea of souls, a man in the water with a monkey on his back, a sailor with a whistle, a cat on a fiddle, ten decks snaped, scores more baptised, abandoned.
Hundreds shreaked or prayed as La dolce vita slowly ebbed away, and  mercilessly the cacophony of sounds descended ever silent as fifteen hundred souls become neither fish nor flesh rotting from the head down.
Bless those souls lost at sea!
you aren't the jack to my rose.
you are the iceberg to my titanic
because no matter the course i planned to go,
you were meant to cross my path,
hit me,
sink me,
and **** everything
i was and was supposed to be.
Seema Aug 2017
You say I am a diamond
In the middle of the ocean
Least you know, about me
So take caution and precaution
For I am an iceberg
Steady in my flow
Harmless, but dangerous
Yet, I mean to glow
I shine
I welcome
I drown
I wreck

I am plumpy downwards
And just a little above the waves
So many hollows
And yes, I have a cave
Within me, I am no one
Not a spirit or a living soul
No one invited me, to come
As I somehow drifted from the pole
Alone adrift
Alone forever

When the sun shines
Tears of joy roll down
Making my head smaller
And I begin to drown

I am melting
I am melting


Exiting this realm into the next,
Rising the ocean
A level higher...

Sometimes I feel like an iceberg to, atleast some traits of it :)
Clive Blake Jul 2017
On the I C,
I C,
I C Bergs.

Their splendour
Leaves me
Lost for wergs.
Wyatt Jun 2017
Edged off the iceberg,
trying to sculpt something.
The cracks spread through,
slabs fall off into the abyss.
Art turns into disaster
as the weight slouches.
The berg implodes,
sinks in total defeat.
athena Oct 2016
you were seasick
but you don't know
where it came from
or where you feel  
the discomfort
the agony
or the shooting pain

you lose sense of time
and days were taken for granted
the sea monsters
were pulling you down
and the creatures
that only existed
in your mind
broke loose
like pandora's box

they liked walking
on your ribs
and would feel their
curves and edges

tremors and heartaches
continued like how
the trees quivered
and were carried out
by the hurricane

people look at you
as if they've been to
the peak of your
highland mountain
from the base
but only sees
the tip of the iceberg
-and no i am not fine
Brett Palmero May 2016
Heard was the “Iceberg dead ahead!”
The titanic continued to keep its course
The captain feeling heavy as lead
Already feeling the weight of remorse
The impact reflecting their woe
The iceberg has so much more below

They began to sink to the bottom
The ship filling and breaking
Falling like the leaves of autumn
Those trapped start peeking
Under the iceberg lies a show
The iceberg has so much more below

Light begins to dance in the ice
Moon shining through the night
Little stars dancing like mice
More to be seen than at first sight
Entirely different view down low
The iceberg has so much more below

If only they could stay forever
Watching the beauty that lies there
As they fell down even deeper
Their lives complete, void of care
Because of the true sight and glow
Of an iceberg that has so much more below
These words, floating to the surface,
come from amongst an ocean of others.

Sleeping, ripening, unformed,
swimming in darkness, some rising
into green, translucent waters.

Titles, remembered images, voices
of loved ones, colours, scents,
secret moments never spoken aloud.

More, and more still, residing,
unseen, unheard, unknown
beneath this iceberg of words.
©Elisa Maria Argiro
SøułSurvivør May 2015

What lies beneath the surface?
All the media hype?
What lies beneath your internet,
your TV and your Skype?

What lies beneath the input
that boggles your wee brain?
What's up with politicians?
The jingoist refrain?

What's up with Miley Virus,
in her fairy leotard
******* bare for all to see...
hoist on her own petard?

Is it all it seems?
A world that's just sick?
Or is it a great metaphor
for a magic trick?

While the Great Houdini
rolls up with a band
you're watching smoke n mirrors
and disregard his hands.

Televangalists preach prosperity!
Filling up the pews,
While you're watching people
going crazy on the news!

What lies beneath Denver?
The Dome of the Rock?
Are there great growing cities?
Or is all of that just talk?

There was once a mighty ship
they thought would never sink...

Folks, what's beneath's an iceberg


(C) 5/19/2015
Smoke and mirrors.
NWO wants to **** off BILLIONS.

Kurt Schneider Feb 2015
When did you become so cold,
like an iceberg at sea,
You are lost to me,
waiting to collide with an unsuspecting victim,
Your secrets are hidden in the dark deep waters,
never to be seen,
that's the part of you that hit me,
and left me here shivering.
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