Glinting treasure
Stolen gold
Tales of murder
To unfold
Sunken ships
Pirate flags
Pirate ships that have been tipped
Precious things, to the brim, stuffed in bags
Grinning skulls
Gleaming swords
Cannon balls imbedded in hulls
Treasure being greedily hoarded
Sunken deep in the ocean blue
The ocean is the richest of all
Fish hide in shipwrecks of all hues
All of this is the ocean’s now, heading its call
Myths unfold
About the blue
Great legends told
Of all the treasure,
Buried deep from view
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A Collection of Things
PoetryThis is my collection poems (obviously).If you're here to judge, I can't stop you. But don't be mean. When you read this, you're inside my head. You are seeing what I see, and what I think my friends see. Tread cautiously. Don't get lost in my emoti...
