The Titanic


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I seldom write poems.

Here today I lie

Staring at the twinkling stars in the sky. 

I lay on this raft in the sea, 

Waiting for the Reaper to take me.


I lay, surrounded

By those whose voices are silenced.


Tonight had been so fun;

Partying, dancing, drinking rum.

But now they are all gone.


Their faces are pale;

Their lips are blue.

They lie in the sea, aimlessly bobbing

Up and down, up and down.


Here I lie,

Staring at the stars in the sky,

Waiting to die.

I close my eyes and listen to the sea

When suddenly, a flashlight shines down upon me.


Above me stands a man

In a boat filled with the rich.

He grabs ahold of me, and hoists me up--

Onto the boat filled with the rich.


They take my clothes, wrap me in blankets,

And give me their warmth.


There stands the mighty Titanic--

The world's first unsinkable ship.

Here she lies, under the sea;

Thousands of feet below me.

  • Author: Shay (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 3rd, 2023 12:34
  • Comment from author about the poem: I am 16 years old-- and this was the very first poem I wrote, that I was proud of! I know it's not perfect, but it's one of my first. I do not write poems often. After watching The Titanic in my World History class, I was inspired to write this poem-- as the near end of it (the scene where Jack and Rose are in the ocean) spoke to me. I loved nothing more than the peace of the scene, and I loved the look of it. And, on my way home from school that day, I wrote this poem. I hope you enjoy it!!
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 17


  • tallisman

    Hi Shay, it’s good, a good start! Poetry can be hard, obscure, rhyming or not, it’s a very personal type of writing, even when it’s not about you. Enjoy it and show it, it’s fun!

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