#piratepoem
Hie thee now by warning taught
The path ahead be peril fraught
Each breath taken carried past
Each step taken counted last
To strive against such dangers rife
Tis better chance the falling knife
For what portends from grand emprise
By hazards wroth may be surmised
That loot awaits at ventures end
For those whom Deaths hand doth forfend
But take thee heed and be thee ware
In trust and faith place not a care
For tho the treasure sets ye free
Success breeds many enemies
Apr 28, 2025
Apr 28, 2025 at 7:22 AM UTC
Will it ever truly be
Overboard? In my head?
Probably not
But surely in this vessel
I see the ships sails
They are a different color
Then when I was aboard
They've set new course.
Brash pirates of the mortal liquid
Banding themselves with inebriation
Been aboard I have
And in this life
Never again
When the fog clears
And the wreckage settles
I will gather the pieces
I am on my course
And my compass
Points true north
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 10:49 AM UTC
Hang your head in darkest shame.
Allow your hair to blow gently in the wind.
Tighten the binds holding you together.
Step up to the rope.
Look at your sins, they finally pulled up.
Feel the unsteady plank beneath your feet.
***** and bare, your exposed.
Helpless, the rope is around your neck.
Consumed by guilt and shame.
Gasp as everything beneath you falls.
Silence.
Your lifeless body sways peacfully in the wind.
It was comimg, you saw it, this brutal end
No longer can you play this bitter game of pretend.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 5:30 AM UTC