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Peter Farsje Feb 2020
Beware young and old alike
for the place that is a scary sight.
Its the Pirate's Cove
sure enough, by jove.

Protected by Sunset Reef,
raiders there will come to grief.

There amongst the shoals
many here have lost their souls.

Daring ones who venture
there by skiff,
often fail to spy their shack,
under the cliff.

The shack is there
though hard to see.
Tattered and weathered
and leaning alee.

Their fighting ship
is hard to seek,
for its hidden well up
the nearby creek.

Bloodthirsty pirates
ready to take your life,
to poke you or stab you
with their long, sharp knife.

In the early morning
they may be snoring,
after a wild night
of drinking and sporting.

Pray not wake them
or you risk your life,
by tasting the
bite of their trusty knife.

Seeking their chests
filled with gold
may land you down
in the depths so cold.

So lads and lasses
stay away
and live to see
another day.
monique ezeh Feb 2020
If a ship is replaced piece by piece, part by part,
It will eventually become an entirely new ship.
Not a shred of the old one will remain,
Except in memory.

I have tried to die a thousand times.
I think I’ve killed a piece of myself in each attempt.
In theory, if I **** and rebuild myself piece by piece, part by part
Eventually the “me” that is left will be entirely new.

Sylvia Plath once said, “Dying is an art”;
I wonder if I’m finally an artist.
Maria Etre Jan 2020
I get defensive
when my poems
are attacked by reality
Delia Grace Jan 2020
This vessel is not yours,
But the wheel will still turn
Under your hand.
She creaks at your step
As though you may break through
Her soft Swiss boards.
She is stronger than you.
And she is still yours in part.
Do not forget that this
Is the only reason you do not
Crash below her decks.
She may turn for you,
But you are not welcome
Under the floor you let rot.
1/3/20
Abhishek kumar Dec 2019
: How are you ?

She : Like an ocean
          Deep and silent

: And how are you ?

He : Like a ship
        Sailing and sinking
        in you
Redaviel Nov 2019
The unknown and ambiguity
                   is where
                    I will
                     sail
                     even                  
                      if
                 ­    they
                     don't
                     dare
I sailed slowly, but I sailed forward and onward
Storms and waves, I've found my dear Atlantis
   Where the depths is immeasurable but calm
          I have no regrets, I've waited for you
            And now, if I am going to drown
                 I will not hesitate anymore
                 For below and down under
                      In chaos and silence
                            I found her
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