Poems about iceberg

Antarctica
Let loose an iceberg armada,
Enough ice cubes for ninety-nine zillion
Pina coladas.
So have a couple, just chill, don't spill,
As Earth keeps warming as you know it will.
You know it's partly your fault,
But don't sweat the gestalt,
Just add some more salt
To the glass rim of your next margarita
While you ponder the meaning of Karma.
Though we all pay the bill
For the oil and coal we drill,
You can feel fortunate if you live mid-continent
And get the Manitoba/Minnesota discount-
Less firewood to cut,
An early start to your garden-
While coastal dwellers have floods in their cellars,
The Eskimos lose all their snow,
Rising tides leave drowned ocean islands
And islanders with no place to go.

Sometimes
You make me want to
Punch you in the face.
You ignorant diluted shovanist
How dare you
I gave you everything
My life.
My security.
My independence.
What have you given up?
Nothing.
Not a tear.
Not your single stability.
You
You sit on your high throne
Built
It almost seems
At the price of
Your humanity.
For I see little.
I am starved of
Respect,
Self importance,
Kindness,
Appriciation.
I blame your mother
She is your darkness
She who starved you of
Love
Compassion
Caring
Tenderness
She planted the seed
That grew
To mistrust
In my sex.

And so I pay.
I take the slashing
Of my
Self dignity and respect
I wade through
Day by day
The debris of his
Pain
Past
Problems
I have a boat
So I shall try
Back and forth
With my oars
Relentless
As the icebergs
I am fighting
To prove myself better
Because
I am a captain
Of my little boat
And
I will continue
Tirelessly
Relentlessly
Endlessly
To offer
To you
My
Love
Compassion
Caring
Tenderness
Heart
Loyalty
Body
Soul
Forever.
Just me
In my little boat
Pulling though
Because
This place is
Beautiful
Can you see it
In his
Smile
Laugh
Sleep
Simplicity
I won't give up
Not on you my love
For I
Am a captain
And you are
My bliss.

He jumped off Golden Gate
They never saw him again.

Cracked his skull on the pavement
The boys kept kicking.

Blood spilled everywhere
Suicide note too soaked to read.

He arrived to the party in a Ford Escort
He left it in an ambulance.

You aren't the jack to my rose.
You are the iceberg to my titanic
Because no matter the course i planned to go,
You were meant to cross my path,
Hit me,
Sink me,
And kill everything
I was and was supposed to be.

They say ninety percent of an iceberg's mass is below the surface
If that is so, then think about all the things you do not know.
You could not know about all its underwater purposes
Or of its unknown arctic woes

If this is also true about people, imagine what I don't know about you
You, with all of your fake faces
A stranger that I don't know like I used to
That I searched for in multiple places

But it is not a one-way street
This secretive disguise
It is half way where we must meet,
For you to see what's behind my eyes

Yes, you probably couldn't even recognize me now
If you were ever so inclined
To try to break down the barrier, for you, I have made around
To try to get inside my mind

Then you would really see,
Who I was, and who I am
Because, from you now, I am free
But, to see inside again, you never can

My right thumb dove from my pitcher
Into a man's water glass, soaking his napkin
And place mat. He pulled away from his mug
Of Labatt Blue, lips curling the caramel color
Back past his picket fence teeth. Like his wife's
Diamond ring, she was turned away.
Her face was illuminated by her phone.
Sharon's back with Tom?

Shoot me.

He slid his chair back, legs scraping
The floorboards like a car accident. He stood
A decent four inches taller than me.
Chevrolet was printed across his faded
T-shirt, and his boots hit the floor like mallets
When he stepped. The pitcher in my grip shook
Like the Titanic capsizing. This man was the iceberg;
**I was the captain panicking behind the wheel.

Darling,
The world is on fire.

We are Jack and Rose
And the inevitable destruction of our world,
Perhaps this, is our iceberg.

And it's just like the scene in the movie,
(Oh love, you know the one)
Jack puts Rose on the life boat
Because he wants to save her –
Rose leaps back onto a sinking ship
Because she cannot be saved without him.

This is not a movie,
But there is a pit in my stomach
And whether I am to fight or fly
I do not know but,
I do know I want to be with you.
You jump, I jump.
You fall, I fall.
We are only safe as one.

Darling,
Please
Do not leave me in this world alone –

*Look,
It comes this way.

If my heart were a ship... It would have just sank to the bottom of the ocean