Pirate Poems - Poems about Pirate

Enrolling as a pirate is much harder than it seems, You’ll need to speak in present tense and chase your wildest dreams. Well, once you’ve trained a parrot and been measured for your hook, You have to plough through pages of the health and safety book. The pointed end’s the bow, whilst your rudder’s near the aft, Our crow’s...

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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...

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The wench was eagerly thrown overboard Why did you do that? I asked Captain McCord That dolly said a pumpkin is an overgrown gourd The wench sprang from the sea carrying a sword Became the new pirate queen after slaying McCord...

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There once was a pirate who was bored so she went for a walk and explored. A patch on both eyes and no warning cries she walked herself straight off of board....

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When the ocean’s calm and shiny it be joyous to behold When the spyglass sights Port Royal there be good rum to be sold When a pirate holds the spyglass and his ship be filled of gold Might he take a wife and buy some rum and stay there till he’s old But a pirate ain’t for settling down...

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Pirate Pete Pirate Pete sails his ship Across the seven seas, He`ll plunder loot and pillage And bring you to your knees. His fearsome ship the Mary Jane Named after both his wives, Their figure heads adorn the bow To protect the sailors lives. Three square rigged masts With sails as dark as night, The Jolly Rodger flies above And a crew that’s fit to fight. Vagabonds and...

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argh the wooden pirate with a real leg ‘pon his left shoulder not a parrot but a peg argh his ship inverted sailed ‘neath the wave and in his treasure chest was a craggy cave argh he roared with rum empty barrels were full his flag was white black bones and skull argh the flag though ripped caught on his hook but not for a hand ‘twas ‘stead of a foot argh he roamed the...

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she has an ethereal ambiance not of this earth, the pirates say this does not keep them from staring she is a gorgeous wench, worth the trouble she might bring get away from the bow, the captain warns she is a siren, dangerous, not of this earth she can do damage you will not quickly see with that golden hair and that luscious...

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She had blue eyes, but she was mean I am speaking of Nora, the pirate queen She tried to recruit the cousins, including me I ran from her, for she was always nasty you see I heard the only recruits that she could find Was one willing dog and a cat who used to be mine The cat was mean too,...

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I went on a journey across the land, until I got to the beach with it's golden sand. I was not here for sandcastles and a splash I've come to collect some more sea-glass. Some of it is pretty and colourful, but I prefer the black I want to get as much as possible before I head back. Black Sea-glass is...

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Run Aground Arr, Matey! Me ship has run aground, In this shallow world, I search for character, but none to be found. Through me spyglass, a foggy, distant world, unclear, This incessant devil bird squawking in me ear. A chest full of silver, gold, and jewels galore, But what I treasure most is a love forevermore....

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fearlessly pursue your glorious inner pirate. Be your pirate queen self. Without excuses without explanation without apology live the life you were meant to live set sail on the eight sea turn your compass toward a life of joy...

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Pirate penguin had a song in his oversized heart It was singing and chiming in a new kind of art. He investigated the plank and laughed with a lark. Now we wait for a crocodile, he said to first mate McBark....

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Once upon a time, A pirate ship came to mind. Large and flowing, With figure head all knowing. Leading the ship day and night, Into the latest pirate fight. ...

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He’s late-stage Charles Bukowski, Hunching gnome-like over the bar, With weary eyes, and scruffy stubble. It’s sure he must have seen some trouble. But he’s got plenty of cash in his pockets, Along with the keys to a stolen car. He smells of sea air, wet cement, and whiskey. His tattoos could be urban graffiti, Just random tags on ghetto limbs, An ancient,...

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