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honora Apr 2015
All Aboard! The ship that can't sink.
This is what they’ve been taught to think.
Did anyone know what was in store,
When the titanic began to board?

Gamblers gather all around
Throwing money, pound by pound.
Young Jack, takes the gold,
Waiting for his life to unfold.

Poor Rose, already to be wed.
She’d rather be on her death bed.
On this journey she hopes to be free.
Independent, on the North Atlantic Sea.

The day of departure has arrived,
Jack is rushing, hypnotized.
Along trots Rose, holding her fiance's hand
She’s fiddling with her wedding band

Evening comes, the stars aligned.
Jack is sketching, perfectly timed.
Rose is weeping and running fast
To the railing, to be gone at last.

Jack rescues her and takes her hand,
Reminds her of love and beautiful lands.
She hears words shes never been told,
“Look Rose, you’re the Queen of the World”

Days pass by, and Jack is framed.
Theft of a necklace is what its been named.
Chained to a pole in the lower cellars
Despite all this he never was a beggar.

Smooth sailing, sudden crashing.
Every passenger confused, nervously laughing.
Rose hurries to Jack, finds him just in time
Up the ladders they italic climb, climb, climb. italic

They land on an iceberg, freezing cold
Jack, young like gold, shivers and spasms in the crisp sea
“I’ll never let go Jack, I’ll never let go”
But of course, she did.
this is a poem i had to do for school,,,, im not a poet,,,
J M Surgent Apr 2015
I saw your fire red lips today,
Lighting up someone else's world
With a kiss, to the air, to their lips
I'm sure their heart was in flames.
I wanted to feel that burn
And I missed it, for a moment
And a lifetime.

Times like these are when hearts sink,
Like lame Titanic references, inserted here,
Because I'd like to think it sinks in deep.

Sometimes I feel like it's better to be alone for a long time before trying again.
Sometimes I'm wrong about these things and regret it in the end.
Sometimes I'm right.

This time I'm right.
And this didn't go the way I imagined.

Burn on.
Stream of consciousness.
Tryst Apr 2015
Bedeck the band and play a merry tune
The debutante desires her maiden dance
A farewell serenade beneath the moon

She's drifting like a Sunday afternoon
Each lazy sway a restful rhythmic trance
Bedeck the band and play a merry tune

Encircling suitors pack around and soon
She gleans the grating of each nervous glance:
"A farewell serenade beneath the moon?"

She casts them all aside her heart immune
To each until one voice, one piercing lance:
"Bedeck the band and play a merry tune!"

She falters and her bold facade is hewn
And nodding shyly greets his cold advance:
"A farewell serenade beneath the moon!"

Embracing him her heart begins to swoon
A maiden sunken at her first romance;
Bedeck the band and play a merry tune
A farewell serenade beneath the moon
In memory of RMS Titanic, which sank April 15th 1912.

See also my sonnet of 2014: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/694219/the-ice-maiden/

"Many brave things were done that night, but none were more brave than those done by men playing minute after minute as the ship settled quietly lower and lower in the sea. The music they played served alike as their own immortal requiem and their right to be recalled on the scrolls of undying fame." (Lawrence Beesley, Survivor, RMS Titanic, 1912).
Tryst Apr 2015
***,  ice and a slice,
and topped with salted water
poured into the drink
Meg Howell Feb 2015
Irony is perhaps the greatest figure of speech
The way you smile that fake smile when I know you aren't happy
Just like the Titanic was said to be unsinkable & look what happened there
Gwen Feb 2015
"It was in the past"
"Everyone who survived is now dead"*

Yet she still sits at the bottom of the ocean,
A once great, beautiful ship.
Now split in two.
Her once stark white body,
Still rusting and rotting.
Her passengers once full of life,
Now full of the icy water that took their lives.
The ship that was unsinkable,
Sunk
another Titanic poem.
Gwen Feb 2015
Three years to build,
Less than three hours to sink.
A grand ship,
With a haunting history.
More than 2,400 people sailed away,
Yet less than 800 survived.
A ship that could not sink,
Did.
Gwen Feb 2015
As thousand of dreams died
So did those who were the makers of them
They wanted to go to a new home
But they'd never reach the other side
The Ship of Dreams
Ended up becoming a nightmare
She was Unsinkable
Yet it took only two hours and twenty minutes for her to go down
About the Titanic
Liv Feb 2015
I'm really bad at building relationships and friendships and -ships of all sorts and my ancestors probably helped build Titanic because of how many ships im unable to build and keep a float for more than a little while. I try, I do, but they always flood and sink.
Felicity Smoak Jan 2015
In the morning I set sail
for New York.

You believe I can't sink.
You believe I can't fail.
You believe I will be the
greatest ship
in the world.

When really,
I'm just the
greatest shipwreck
to ever exist.

f.m.s.
Wow this is really awful. I'm trying so hard to get these feelings out. I'm so scared for tomorrow and I feel like I'll be alone all day. I don't know how it will go but I'm hoping I make it.
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