Infinity, it’s kind of funny how we have a word for it,

Without a concept of what it behold in it.

Infinity, the word’s kind of catchy,

What’s it presenting? Going continuously?

Without stress, care freely?

Or maybe, just maybe endlessly?

And maybe infinity,

It stands for beauty.

Just imagine,

The sunsets over the horizons,

Under the dawn sky, and the sun luminous,

The oceans so calm, peacefully serene,

Majestic colors, filling skylines desperate to be seen,

Maybe that’s the beauty of infinity expressed by the sheen.

Or maybe,

Imagine the night sky, drifted with moonlight,

Its empyrean curves, scattered with starts,

That captivate ones eyes,

Maybe that’s the beauty of infinity that lies underneath the sights.

Speaking of endless things,

Maybe love is represented with infinity.

It is endless, is it not?

Beholding magic, in fact a lot.

Maybe infinity describes affection,

Giving our loved ones desired attention.

Maybe it is a tension,

Between two souls of the same kind,

Different bodies and different mind,

Who’s eyes love has made blind,

But is it really endless?

I mean that’s what they say,

Its just that not everything goes in the path of their way.

I mean,

They said, even God can’t sink the titanic!

But titanic did sank,

With thousands of lives lost,

And maybe our love is just like titanic,

With 2 loving souls…… so gone!


  • Author: Joanna (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 10th, 2024 12:16
  • Comment from author about the poem: Wrote it from Rose's perspective of the movie Titanic. Always gives me butterflies.
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 9
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