Best Brontosaurus Poems
~ An Extremely Shallow Poem
with nothing significant
to say ~
Woodland nymphs, a chorus
are singing in the darkling forest
while a fearless brontosaurus
is looking for a florist
Starlight flickers, moonlight dies
forest creatures stop and sigh
When two grizzlies do collide
a twitter double homicide
Miss Raccoon takes her ballet slippers off
which explains her hacking cough
Her rhyming here's a little rough
to which she says ~ Life is tough
They thought in a dance they'd engage
As they lumbered about in a rage
These two with their scales
Thrashed about with their tails
Shook the ground in this pre-human age
They be-bopped with all of their might
These beasts that were really a sight
Not known for their grace
These giants saved face
By causing each other dire fright
So into the night they would dance
A sort of behemoth romance
They made history
An unsolved mystery
And quite a bizarre circumstance!
Big old saurus, brontosaurus, allasauaurus too
You’ll never see a single one in a park or in a zoo
Long ago they roamed the earth when everything was green
Now they are only fossils; that’s all I‘ve ever seen
Everywhere were very many on the land and in the sea
And even flying dinosaurs that could perch upon a tree
Some were truly monstrous or very, very tall
Others were so tiny they could run up any wall
The kings were mighty tyrannosaurs, huge teeth in gleaming white
They were so big and fast that they won most every fight
In the sea were fearsome sharks and dangers everywhere
It wouldn’t be safe to sail or swim if you were living there
You’d probably be a little snack for some ferocious fish
Or maybe you would taste real good in an allosaurus dish
So be real glad you are living now, not with them back then
Enjoy your life with deer and cows and seagulls at the beach
And be real glad the dinosaurs are truly out of reach
Mummy took us to the zoo
she hoped it wouldn’t bore us
In truth I think that mummy knew
we’d see a Brontosaurus
I stroked a small Triceratops
it had a tiny pink horn
I fed him all my chocolate drops
the keeper eyed me with scorn
I kissed a Tyrannosaurus Rex
When I climbed a big step ladder
Mom did all the safety checks
else the keeper would get madder
We were chased by a big Diplodocus
I could hear him snapping his jaws
Then he turned and he winked at us
and began to lick his huge paws
One dinosaur wore dark glasses
and tried so hard to ignore us
His breed no other surpasses
it’s a Doyouthinkhesawrus!
DINOSAUR(S) - FOR CHILDREN Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
3/7/19
There once was a sweet girl named Doris
who kept a big pet brontosaurus.
All day long they would play
after which they would pray
and sing the Hallelujah Chorus.
*With thank-yous to Ms Mary Druce and Georg Handel.
cosmic dust spirals,
supernatural storms born
the Goldilocks zone
Free verse ~
A quadrant of marble missiles born
Ever since,
A dream catcher catches dreams
Jupiter catches meteorites and asteroids
Super-sonic projectiles pass Jupiter's gravitational shield
Shoots like V-1 rockets, destination is Mars
Seeded life exists there, nevermore
Saturn survived
The Red planet bleeds from beneath its crust
Lava flows from its core...
graphite composite, carbon spheres, laced with crystal ice
Craters and gorges are created kilometers deep
Cave creatures hibernating,
awaken from nocturnal sleep
Catastrophic events unfold...
the moon impacted by brazen bombardiers
headed for the new frontier
The moon takes mega-hits
The Earth tilts on its polar axis
Crimson tides flood marshlands and lagoons
Place prehistoric creatures roam and graze
Cosmic dust particles of the moon
chokes earth's atmosphere
The sun's torch extinguished
Like an eclipse
Demons from the core escape shackles
They tear the invisible rift, mimics paper ripping
Chains can not bind Lucifer's legions, anymore
Bat-like winged creatures with horns
Gargoyles
Such astonishing-force!
10,000 volcanoes erupting simultaneously
There's no haven to hide
Only deep sea creatures survive
The brontosaurus, T-Rex, raptor...
vaporized in minutes
Solidified into petrified rock - place they once stood
Invincible creatures extinct
Scanning the horizon and extraterrestrial skies,
I ponder... what if another catastrophic disaster happens
The volcano erupts ever so, many -- many moons
A supernova, two stars colliding, has triggered this domino disaster
I'm a long-necked Brontoleesaurus
Sometimes called great Apatosaurus
I only eat twigs and leaves
Another large salad, please?
And a steak for my friend, Segisaurus
tall brontosaurus
a museum favorite
children gather
*Lee is my middle name
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 17, 2012
For the Dinosaur Quest contest (PD)
Third place
With you I want to have a word,
Thou immor(t)al bird!
No angry generation
Can tread thee down:
Thou wast not born for death.
Thou art indeed a riddle on earth.
People seem to like other creatures
But not you, your function or features:
You have wings, but are not called a bird.
You can sing, yet not called a songbird!
You have regaled Thoreau
With your requiem, though.
You always have the better of the human,
Outwitting the Crown of creation!
One of the cleverest of creatures are you,
And the prototype, it’s true,
Of the dinosaur and brontosaurus extinct
And an expert in blitzkrieg by instinct.
You can make human life on earth a hell
And can sometimes sound our death knell!
You are not at all guilty
Of the undistributed-middle!
Is it because you thus diligently
Go forth and multiply,
That God loves you so amply?
And made you his analogue and alter ego?
Omnipresent, omnipotent and omniscient, as you know?
And wanted you on the Voyage, too,
Even though Noah, I'm told, was against i?
Above all, you are a teacher great.
For, you teach us all a lesson best:
Survival of the fittest!
Little bird, to you I bow:
Never can I forget or forgive you, though!
--The Jester
T Rex - a compendium
I asked the T Rex why he looked rather glum
He said I’ve this lovely sharp claw on my thumb
But life's such a b.itch
My butt’s got an itch
And I simply can’t reach my own bum
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T Rex gave his lady a peck
She said honey please kiss my neck
He liked her all right
So he gave a love bite
And that’s when her head hit the deck
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Jurassic Park was too dear for us
We snuck in dressed all ‘stegosaurus’
We’re now not sure whether
That idea was clever
That T Rex ain’t gonna ignore us
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Tyrone was a tyrannosaurus
Who fancied a big brontosaurus
Her name was Gillian
Their love was reptilian
The details are too sordid for us
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He hunted that Jurassic coast
For the primeval prey he loved most
The sky overhead
Went fiery red
Alas pretty soon he was toast
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Forgiveness has no need for a court system.
But tell that to the Brontosaurus snarling in my face.
My wounded heart, my soaring heart.
Freedom is a smile away.
Beyond your own gate
Are no more gates.
All of it melts in her cinnamon eyes anyways.
Endangered Species
This one is true
No tongue-in-cheek wink
The poor Hoo-ha crab
Is becoming extinct
They say that the women
Trimmin’ today
Have left the poor Hoo-ha crab
No place to stay
They need warmth and protection
From a natural forest
Or they’ll soon go the way
Of the late Brontosaurus
The poor Hoo-ha crabs
Will never do well
Till women revert
And go au-nat-chur-el
Crabs want to go back
To when women were lax
No pruning of landscapes
No Brazilian wax
A time when the Hoo-ha crab
Multiplied fast
A time for the Hoo-ha crab
Now in the past
And before you jump on me
I know that it’s true
A guy can get Hoo-ha crabs
Just as easy as you
For men now have taken to
Manscapes and trimmin’
At the whim and the pleasure
Of Hoo-ha trimmed women
Note:
Doctors now say
Hoo-ha crab incident
Has drastically dropped
About 80 percent
a 1 2 3 4 is not a 1 2 1 2 nor a 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8....ok then hum....x
A house trained duck could run amok in even the most tightest fitting apron but alchemy weaving leathers are best placed on legs measuring over an acre. It is to be acclimatised to a storm pattern syndrome of striped sun on a grey background but it could also be ascertained that travelling backwards at high speed down a motorway slip road is best achieved carrying one potato, a giant melon tree, and a tricycle. For to dare is to do and to do is to drop dig dreaming dramas dramatically. And to add to such fine grammar one might also assume that a locked gate is as abhorrent as a shut and bolted door. For it is as the horse trots. As the pig whistles. And as the barn creaks. That the fine acrylics begin annual waltzing duties with the glasses of peanut juice. Great. How very marvellous that is. Is it not the hidden virtue of every acolyte that hides the hidden and haves the heaving holders? Is it to be beholden or frenetically ejected via pulsation? The sanctimonious baby sea lion is sat on a third angled throne. In deep contemplation but writing memoirs to a shoal of snowmen is often a worthwhile endeavour. Painful plant pot planting pickles. And a wonderful world wide deity in an orchestrated diagrammatic map. Oh how poignant the points of the programmable playlist playing pianos. And yet the mop moves monotonously and the cloth cleverly cleans. Fantastic news for frog shop fans at a baseball game. Ha. Now send that sponge by rail not plane. Hahaha saviours swinging speedily hahaha Astronaughts and whales balancing. Xxxxx brontosaurus Z z z z
for-More Than A Soft Toy Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg
there once was a child from Adelaide,
who had a teddy called Marmalade.
taking each other by the hand,
they roamed imaginations land:
there, they never turned scared or afraid.
this world they only had each other,
no mother, father or big brother.
on a tandem they would ride,
or they`d walk side by side;
in this world for two, and no other.
they fought a fire breathing dragon,
and rode in an old cowboys wagon.
played with a stegosaurus,
hand fed a brontosaurus;
then fought another fiery dragon.
they took a rocket ship to mars,
and flew all around shining stars.
met a Martian green,
who was kind, not mean;
so took him, in their big space car.
adventures must finally end,
when the sleep fairy calls you friend.
she will take you by the hand,
to enter into her land;
then you`ll say, a happy amen.
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#Adelaide is a city in Australia
I like to read and think about
Tyrannosaurus rex,
and gigantic brontosaurus,
with his long and slender neck.
Pterodactyl was a reptile
that flew just like a crow.
I wouldn't want him overhead,
with me stuck down below.
Their skeletons are on display,
so everyone can see 'em.
They're in a place--I think it's called
the dinosaur museum.
I've seen these creatures on TV,
in movies, and in books,
so I guess someone must really know
exactly how they looked.
But I wish someone would tell me
how they determined whether
these critters were upholstered with
hair, or scales, or maybe--feathers.
There once was a cave man named Morris,
Who lived in a cave in the forest.
He was undone one night
By his huge appetite:
He devoured an entire brontosaurus.