Titanic

Titanic

Nineteen-Twelve is the yesteryear,
Upon a grand ship filled with cheer.
The upper class passengers had the finest of fine,
In rooms so adorned you might think them a shrine.

As they wander the grand ship from stem to stern,
No one knew there would be cause for concern.
How did they know this grand ship’s hull would be sliced,
Like a knife through soft butter, a big chunk of ice.

It was a night the world remembers and never to forget,
There were not enough lifeboats, which was cause for regret.
The Captain did shout, ‘Women and children first’,
Before the grand ship was submersed.

“Be British, my men.” was the last orders to that brave crew,
Bringing order out of chaos like he was saying adieu.
The Captain’s final act was that of heroism and ever so brave,
The life of a drowning baby he did save.

This is the true story of the so called “unsinkable ship”,
The fate of the Titanic’s maiden trip.


Poem Style – Quatrain / Poem Catagory – Titanic
Written by Lady Kathleen

2 Comments

  1. OLIVER PLAICE
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    LadyKathleen…
    You have captured the essence of the period in all its glory, this is fine writing and it flows well is concise and has all the ingrediants needed in a poem such as this. I’ve recently been on a cruise which was on the Marco Polo Ship, this was a Titanic 7 days following her first few days at sea. We left Tilbury then sailed over to Bolougne in France, then over to what was then known as Queensferry now as cove. There is a wonderful Titanic museum here. Then we went to Belfast where she was built of course, then over to Liverpool and back to Tilbury.
    But there was a ship called the Balmoral which sailed from Southampton across to New York and was actually stopping at the point where titanic went down.
    Oliver

  2. Jeffrey__Scott
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    Love the Titanic, and love this poem. Great work.
    Have you checked out the Titanic Experience in Belfast yet?
    It’s worth checking out if you are in the neighbourhood.

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