1912 (Friday Night Poetry Corner #172)

Good evening everyone. Welcome to another poetry corner. This is a fantastic poem, it made me think about old cruises back when then “new” money made for glamorous parties. But something is amiss?? Check out thepoetslotus work called “1912.” Oh please visit this poet’s page and read more of their works!

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Titanic 1

1912

Arrived

Dockside

And saw

Her awe

Her Regalness

Her Pride

Unsinkable

As She was called

No turning back

Elizabeth

Boarded

Not knowing

The fate

Of a new adventure

Uneasy

By all accounts

Makes her way

To B Deck

B7

All she knew

And so told

The unsinkable

Set sail

Waves

Caressing her hull

Wind

Boisterous

Knocking at her bow

Elizabeth

Strolling along

Nestled in

Warmth

Bitterness

Ran through her

The Atlantic’s bite

Comfort found

Within the sun

Stillness overcame her

Dressed in Elegance

Admiring the

Grand staircase

Dinner this evening

Music rang with joy

Cigars

Laughter

Pleasantries of the evening

Stillness

In the night

Something is not right

Go back

And enjoy

The pleasantries

Something

Is not right

Nestled within

The berth

Her book in hand

The night glided on

Then

11:40pm

A shutter ran

Beneath

Right side

Shivers of fear

Arose within her

Book dropped

To the floor

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The broken man (Friday Night Poetry Corner #171)

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Good evening everyone and welcome to another Friday Night Poetry Corner. This week, man, this poem by Edmund Gacy is a fantastic read. The words, the emotions were incredible and this writer used them all to convey the pain of the subject. Please visit this poet’s page and read more of his works!

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The broken man listens to Caruso all night long,
He feels every lyric of the song,
With every line his heart pulls further apart,
But at the end he just goes back to the start,
He wants to feel the searing pain,
Thats why he listens again and again,
He’s grieving at the love he’s lost,
When he entered the other girls bed he had no idea of the cost,
And now as he sits alone,
After all the mourners shook his hand and have gone,
He listens to the song again,
And feels the familiar stab of pain,
But its only a quarter of the hurt she felt,
Before she took her final breath and from the pianoforte she leapt,
Leaving him a note that read,
“I love you very much,
Very, very much, you know,
Its become a chain,
That melts the blood inside the vein,
Thats why…

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