Kraken Poems - Poems about Kraken

Hold Fast

"Hold fast, don't let the lines slip",
The ropes tighten around the mast of the ship,
A salty Captain grasps the wooden helm,
Waves rip on the horizon, his realm,
Quartermaster yells "Storm heading northwest by west",
White knuckled the captain shrugs as though a jest,
"Hold fast Boys! This'll be a rough ride",
The crew gazed upon the captain with pride,
From

The Kraken

Trapped in the eye of the hurricane 
Lost in the heart of the sea
What started as a summer voyage 
My friend, my lover, and me

Only chaos on the horizon 
The tempest won't set us free
All you can see is fear in our eyes 
My friend, my lover, and me

Since we were caught like rats in

Driftwood - A Brief Fantasy Adventure

sculptured hobo of the sea
a pirate’s swashbuckling adventure
siren, kraken, leviathan
or some other ocean creature
but now enjoying retirement
as peaceful a garden feature

Stags

intense . . . to begin with, belayed by hours
hewn soliloquy through obverse platitudes
benign, betrayal among friends, in grounds
of open mouths, a kraken of tongues regale
upon which bar the cocktails finally arrived

Release the Kraken

A storm is brewing
The waters bracken
As demon’s shout
Release the kraken

As windows shook
He woke in fear
The dreaded beast
Was coming near

He pulled the covers
Over his head
Said “he’ll never find me
In this bed”

After the storm
He shed his dread
The monster lived
Inside his head

For he had read
Of an ancient curse
Unleashed by writers
In cryptic verse

John G. Lawless
©1/25/2023

Orange Kraken Smile

oh ye
jack-o-lantern moon
with
your
jolly bloodshot eyes soon
time for treat-or-treat
with
your
wicked Kraken smile
thus
we meet again
to witness
the
black licorice
dripping from
your 
orange pumpkin mouth

Blackberry Dragon Meets Kraken

A fine August day to be a dragon, Blackberry thought
He was playing in the sun with his friends, the forget me knots
Nasty Blueberry dragon had been kind of mean to them,
So Blackberry Dragon showed he was truly their friend.

About three o’clock the wind changed everything 
The snap dragons hid, and the robins left with a

The Haunting Adventures of a Dirty Blonde Knight-Whacking the Kraken

There was a knight with locks that were golden 
Protecting a kingdom in threat of folding 
King and his trusting mighty duck 
Caring only for the almighty buck 
From the north 
Sharks were present for what it was worth 
Putting on stage predators telling them to go forth 
Until one day in a foggy dream

Aria

A radio aired an awful auld aria,
Astounding all my aged aural edifices 
In eerie aura of araucaria trees
Aching angrily in a loud typhonic breeze.

My brain wanted to burrow to escape the pain
Of sounds as a warren of rabid jackrabbits
Digging to escape mangy slobbering coyotes
Howling hungrily in panting pursuit of prey.

Such a scratchy song, if played

Kraken

In sunny days of joy we climbed aboard, 
Wide eyed, Wellingtons and Duffels.
Sat on salty varnished benches,
handed weighted feathers and orange string.

Kraken was the one to know,
Six fish on a line would show you so.
We honed our skills in Girl Pats arms,
Whilst humble feasts defined us. 

Okanagan knew the score!
With turbo knives and plunging boom,
we

The Kraken

Blue waves ripple white tipped from the deep,
As the Kraken rolls gently in its sleep.

If the Kraken should begin to wake,
What a tsunami he would make!

Oh, the world is lucky the wind is soft and light, 
For the Kraken sleeps peacefully tonight. 

When the tide is out sand stretches for miles,
Scattered holes filled with crabby

Beware the Kraken

Legends abound from society to society
But Norwegians have one that evokes great anxiety

A mythical sea monster of immense proportions
May be fifty-feet long, or its size has some distortions

With enormous tentacles it’s said to have grabbed sailors
Squeezing and consuming the bodies of Nordic whalers

Is the Kraken truly a product of Norwegian lore?
Perhaps its targeted vessels fell

The Kraken Beneath

Hidden beneath the deep,
Is a monster that doth sleep,
And the journey to his dark chamber is steep.
At first glance,
You begin to weep.
His eyes almost put you in a trance,
For this monster there will be no song or dance.
It has been isolated for years and years,
but it has never wept,
Because monsters dont shed tears,
When it looks

Kraken

The call of the mighty
Kraken
across a silent sea.
Is enough to scare
a salior stiff,
but nothing can scare
me.
For I know the mighty
Kraken
is not as bad
as he
may seem at first
to be.
All he truly wants to have
is a spot
of tea.
So he cries and throws a
tantrum.
Looking for someone like me
who is not afraid to
sit and talk
and have a spot of
tea.
So

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