The Sinking of The RMS Titanic

The White Star pride of all ocean and sea.

Unfairly labelled ‘unsinkable’ was she.

As who knows what dangers waters hide.

Peril can strike with every wave and tide.


A fresh hope and start for many on board.

She left Southampton, as funnels roared.

Passenger’s classes apart with different aims.

Titanic took to the Atlantic shipping lanes.


As the decks went quiet, on that April night.

The stars where plenty, as the cold did bite.

With barely a murmur, a hushed kiss of death.

A monster appeared with its ice cold breath.


The bells did ring, above raised voice of crew.

It was soon realised the unthinkable was true.

Titanic was sinking, nothing could be done.

Lifeboats where lowered, deserting rats did run.


Titanic fired rockets and flares into the sky.

A passing ship was confused for the reason why.

The new distress signal was sent, an SOS code.

As now she was sinking neath waters once rode.


The doomed Titanic was sinking fast, bow first.

As the chilled waters quenched a deadly thirst.

At a sickening angle amongst explosion and wave.

Titanic cracked and slid to her ocean bed grave

◄ A Final Farewell

For My Dad ►


jennifer Malden

Wed 17th Apr 2019 18:43

Great poem. She was incredibly unlucky. Where did the rats run to?


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M.C. Newberry

Wed 17th Apr 2019 14:58

An unusual subject for a poem but relevant to this month of April.
The loss of that great ocean liner caused consternation across the
world and its cause was due to a number of factors, with the
actual sinking due to a design unable to meet an unimagined situation. The internal bulwarks separating parts of the vessel
were not high enough. So, as the ship sunk lower by the bow
the water tipped over from one compartment to the next, drawing
the ship inexorably down by the head to her doom.
On a personal note, some years ago in a local Saturday market.
I spotted and identified a small metal item for 50p amongst a lot of
junk stuff. It was a table candle-snuffer from Titanic's sister ship "Olympic". which crossed the Atlantic so many times without
incident that it enjoyed a nickname that I recall as being something
like "Old Dependable" before finally going to the breaker's yard. I paid my 50p and this tiny piece of maritime history with its
White Star badge went to auction where it sold for considerably

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keith jeffries

Tue 16th Apr 2019 18:51


thank you for this exquisite and poetic account of one of the greatest sea tragedies ever. Films have been made and books written but your poem provides us with another perspective in the way you use the language to full advantage.

Thank you

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