Dutchman Poems - Poems about Dutchman

Hoisted high Black flags sail, Camouflaged by a misty veil, A bow braced with forward guns, Upon a ship no-one outruns, This sight was seen through a scope, A view of horror crushing all hope, Terror races through the ship, For they are within Davy Jones grip, Bustling panic to throw weight over the side, Anything and everything to save their hide, Dark swells...

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...“Harpoons away,”this ensign said, “Impact in a minute or less.” The captain nodded, strange as this was, they’d picked on the wrong ship to test. Out on the Atlantic waters across the waves the missiles screamed, striking the Dutchman amidships, blasting the ship to smithereens. The gory bodies of the dead were shattered or burned by the blow, the whole hulk sank beneath the waves, a...

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You’ve heard of the Flying Dutchman, the ghost-ship that travels the seas, there’s countless legends about it, a great deal of variety. Some say it’s just cursed to wander, a result of some ancient sin, a crew long dead yet still out there, never to touch dry land again. Others call it apparition, that appears when weather is tough, an omen for those who see...

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The wind through the rigging howled As we were tossed about Waves so high you could be buried at sea To the bottom sunk in a trice Fools we were to be out here To think, outrun the weather Caught we were in the storm of storms These waves as high as mountains But on we sailed, now too late Our only hope was...

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once a pilot from london always carried an onion but when he would speak his flight crews would freak so now he brings a bourbon. ...

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Vacuum of space surrounds his hold as he leaves the fair Cappellan Darkness without and bitter cold he seeks the far Magellan How far he travels in search of gold wrinkles line his star tanned face Shouting I AM the adventurer bold no echos resound in space Silence answers he is alone darkness whispers its tragedy the tanned faced turns to bone an endless voyage...

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Off the cape of good hope, On dead-man’s rocky reef, A legend from old was born. Behold The Flying Dutchman, Phantom’s driven ghost ship. Seeking infinities isle beyond, Mortal fleshes reach. The captains wheel sets a Study coarse full ahead. Treachery’s boney skeleton walkers, Follow his orders without question. It is the devils own hand picked, A madman’s crew, Hell bound disciples...

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The Flying Dutchman Looms out of the misty night, Mast and sails glowing, Surreal, such an eerie sight, She clearly crosses our bows. And then the ship disappears. The look out who first saw her Falls from the crow’s nest and dies; And we are all doomed. Jack Horne for Russell’s Mesh of Forms contest (Tanka and Dodoitsu)...

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Gather friends if you care to hear, I’ll favor you with a tale About the fate of a gallant ship that long ago did sail Built of the finest teak wood in the year sixteen-thirty-nine A three mast frigate tall and sleek the pride of the Holland line One-hundred-twenty-three feet she was from her stern to her stem She had...

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mists of memory haunt the shores of the living beyond the locker Inspired by the contest “Ghost Tides” sponsored by Raul Moreno....

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Hidden in the Superstition Mountains, veins over flowing with gold Rattle snakes, cactus and the Thunder God stand guard, trespassers beware Now is the old Dutchman"s tomb, location is...

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Time is not a hearse, it is just a ship Bearing your best verse on one lengthy trip....

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An ancient ship Black sails raised They reach for any breeze Ignored by Calypso Feared my men and spirits alike Lost souls wander the unpolished deck Waiting in unbearable heat As souls drift by on tattered boats Screaming for release Knowing they are bound for eternity Some scramble aboard Prisoner of time Part of a decaying ship Never able to leave Watching the land pass by Cool waterfalls Lush green forests Cool...

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Among the cries of lonesome gull A crude cross-slash, grinning skull Below the tattered crimson sail Those that did weather the fiercest gale Noblemen fearfully bow Seamen kneel before its prow Quiver before the pirate`s might A vision of ivory, dark as night We slowly conquer waves...

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