Titanic Remembered



Floating roses, blood red and single steamed.

Solemly swaying in the tides current.

Adrift the sea at Southampton dock.


To remember fifteen hundred dead souls of the Titanic travesty.


Swirling wreaths of yellow and red surrounding green.

To commemorate the dead of the Atlantic wasteland.

At Southampton dock they sombrely gathered.


To say once more "goodbye" to the fifteen hundred dead.


Silent and still, moves the seaweed to accompany the flowers.

Blending, well with the tidal movements.

At Southampton dock; did meet the swell.


To fifteen hundred souls adrift the glacier knell.


The seas frozen embrace was theirs.

Roses, wreaths and seaweed salutes them.

At Southampton dock; so far away.


Though the fifteen hundred souls rest in a New World.






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nightlight1220's picture


Nice poem... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ida_Straus 

An amazing story with I am sure...many amazing stories within it. Wouln't you love to know them all??


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


running_with_rabbits's picture


I like what you did with the ending, I recently was told that many of the dead washed up on the shore of Nova Scotia and thus were barried there, so the ending has so many angles for me.


It might be because I am so drained right now form a long day of back and forth traveling, but the rest of the poem didn't really impact me much :( just the end which really hit me

Much Love