Best Cavemen Poems
~Dinosaurs~
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X-FILES
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fossil of all time
creatures of mother nature
mysterious death
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SHOW ME THE MONEY!
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bones found in the dirt
deep under the Earth's surface
museum makes money
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RUN FORREST! RUN!
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tyrannosaurus
no pity chasing down prey
sharp teeth, full belly
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THE VELOCITY OF INSANITY/
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evolution change
cascade into the ice age
Life found a new way
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THE BREED
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fur on new breed
Mammoth hide for the cavemen
elephant cycle
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~SKAT~
Categories:
cavemen, history, life, mystery
Form:
Haiku
With cavemen like grunts they extract themselves from their pit
Unable to communicate on a level you can understand …
spouting three letter syllables such as ‘IDK’ and ‘meh’
Eyes red from lack of sleep, but what do they care
Too much time playing on their computers and phones
You worry they don’t interact with ‘real’ friends
Your fridge gets raided; milk is glugged and gulped
Cereals and bread disappear at an alarming rate
When you open your cupboards they are bare
The beast then stumbles into the bathroom
When they finally emerge you gag under a cloud of deodorant
Try asking them a question about what time they will be home …
They react as if you are subjecting them to interrogation
This species is not uncommon – many of us have one in our house
TEENAGERS!
Received N/A in a Contest finalised on 04/05/2016
submitted to second chance#3 sponsored by Broken wings
04~03~16
Categories:
cavemen, fun, growing up, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
Old men gayish twirls in anger
smashing plates as fools do
like hurricanes on the horizon
cavemen blamed the weather
Gods anger they said
one thousand gods later
only old men still angry
fools in caves
buildings crumble
the void laughs
Categories:
cavemen, art, god, history, mountains,
Form:
Free verse
Cavemen thought only of self preservation and sex.
In someway evolution was faltered.
Man learned to measure:
You cannot hold an inch, or a mile,
you cannot see a pound, or a ton.
They are but measurements.
They do not exist but in our understanding
our understanding of what they are.
You can hold a stick that is an inch long.
Yet, it is only a stick, and not an inch.
You can see a tree that is a mile away,
but it is a tree and not a mile.
A pound of butter is only butter and the pound
is but the measurement of its weight and is invisible.
So is the same for innocence and evil ;
Measurements.
Innocence is love in ones heart for others
and how far a heart can stray from love is evil.
Measurements of love.
Categories:
cavemen, life, on writing and
Form:
Free verse
Where'd all the pretty words go
Phrases in the millions
Now all we use are acronyms
They're must be about kajillion
Sure time is fast approaching
We won't have need for words
Only speak in capital letters
No sentences will be heard
Acting like those early cavemen
Only gestures some quite crude
Hubby wants some lovin'
Letters will describe his mood
Is this where we're all heading
No need for loving gestures
Drooling and uttering acronyms
And grinning like a cheshire
The epitome of intelligent beings
Is their ability to utter words
Grunts and a few capital letters
Is all that's going to be heard!
Categories:
cavemen, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
Peek Freans Fig Roll
You make me laugh
You think that the evil humanity does
Has nothing to do with you
And your excuses
And your prayers
For salvation
Merely continue the blindness
Of your refusal
To take responsibility
For the actions of your world
You have a comfortable retreat
In the bible
And comfort in believing
In a saviour
And you refuse to see
That the saving of your neighbour
Is up to you
You make me laugh
With your bible quoted platitudes
With your simple minded
Ineptitudes
To take control of your conscience
Your fig leaf
And your Peek Freans fig roll of sweetness
Empty
And wrapped in so much easy buy
To fit your mouths desire for something sweet
You cannot connect
You are as empty as all those possessions
You place so much esteem upon
You are the worst case of human evolvement
And evolutions greatest impediment
You are slaves
Slaves to religion
And slaves to God
Sightless in your slavery
And slaves to a system
Of capitalism
You are a poor excuse
For the rationalism and rebellion
That was once
Your ancestors right
And their history
You are all
Nothing but
Slaves
Nothing more than superstitious cavemen
Trying to explain the dark
And afraid to stand up
And be counted with the stars ( as in suns )
Categories:
cavemen, hopeme,
Form:
Free verse
In all these triumphs and human attainments
To overcome these realities of material boundaries and confinements
Do we simply fill our lives with possessions and possessive capitalist greed
Is it just ego and the fear of death that governs our sense of individuality
Have not all of us been children, been fathers or mothers, siblings and friends
Do we not count the emotion of another as being equal to our own
Are we not each and everyone, all of us in this together
Or does this blood run a different colour
Or do we waste our potential for mankind’s united evolvement
To reach for the inspiring pinnacle of our spiritual development
Mutually joined in a harmony of trust to the betterment of our destiny
When do we celebrate the diversity of our sense to make sense of the senseless
And so we have lingered through the century’s victim to our own disease
In progress and with education our intelligence still limited in tribal ignorance
The mathematic, scientific and technological revolution providing no solution
Simply confounded by our own simplicity and basic needs
For food and warmth, for shelter and love, for the relief of boredom
Cavemen of the mundane and slaves to acquisition and our own entertainment
As we merely continue to continue
Such is as we are, the problem vis-à-vis the individual and the global
Knowing all to well what we could achieve if we could but realise our dreams
Doomed to a life which creates nothing but want
And a daily reminder of all the things that we can’t
While the cradle of the Earth sickens with our planetary abuse
Have we truly lost ourselves in the all about the money all the way of things
Have we signed our fate over to our own arrogance and blind stupidity
When then do we celebrate our diversity of sense to make sense of "our" senseless
Categories:
cavemen, lifeeducation,
Form:
Free verse
OH Dragon! OH Dragon! You flewn the coup! Where have, you gone?
He watched ‘Night at the Museum’. Was that actually, so very wrong?
King Tut Exhibit’s in town; He should be in bed, not going there next.
He’s on a crazy genealogy kick. Thinks he’s descended, from a T Rex!
My guess is, he’s part Doo Doo Bird, and a silly lizard of some kind!
The guard won’t be surprised to see him; it was just a matter of time.
He’s off to commune with dinosaur bones, brought to life. Good bet!
Off he snuck to our Museum, to be apart of it, after dark! He was set!
He’ll try to sneak in the delivery room, along with some of the freight.
He’ll try to hide in the dinosaur room, waiting for it to get, really late.
He’ll be disappointed, if no one comes alive, as he thought they should.
I hurried fast, as he can’t hide! Honestly! You know he can’t! For sure!
As I got there everyone yelled, ‘Surprise’! King Tuts’ crew, were alive!
Cavemen kept chasing Dragon, cause he had yummy meat on his hide.
King Tut wanted to ride Dragon, like he did into battle, in olden times.
I asked why it wasn’t in his hieroglyphics, he said, ‘Didn’t want to brag’.
Off they flew around the room both having a ball, that is until Dragons…
Flying prowess missed a turn, hitting the Easter Island Statue, head on.
It said ‘Dumb Dumb Dragon can’t fly’, and laughed all the night long.
King Tut and Grandpa Troll shared a brew, as if they were old friends.
Grandpa Troll was the first beer-brewing inventor! Who would of knew?
His recipe was always favored by good old King Tut, and his happy crew.
King Tut said, Grandpa Troll had, like wise, given him a Dragon egg, too.
To honor Grandpa Troll and Dragon, he’d have their bobble heads’ debut.
The Easter Island Statue found this funny and cool since he had one, too!
The night concluded, as all sang ‘Memories’, and ‘I Shall Survive’! Cool!
Remember, magic’s found in the air, at some of the least expected times.
And if you wish upon a star, for a Dragon egg. Pure Magic, you will find!
Carol Eastman
Categories:
cavemen, adventure, fantasy, funny, happiness,
Form:
Light Verse
If you go down the valley to where the lake sits.
On each full moon you will find a whirlpool there.
Now if you have the courage to enter into it,
you will be whisked away through time itself.
Turn to the left for the past, dial up the years
and hold on tight as to the past you are whisked.
Go walk with princes and kings in ages gone by.
Sit at Solomon's feet as he deliver's justice.
Walk through the Ice Ages when continents joined,
stoke a woolly Mammoth and ride a sable tooth Tiger
Watch cavemen fighting for survival against all odds.
Go back to the beginning of time and watch the world burst into life.
On the next full moon, try turning right instead.
No idea what you may find, maybe just one vast dust bowl,
left behind by man's destructive ways. A planet without life.
Or maybe a sheer paradise with all living in harmony.
In excitement, you dial up less years, to see how it came about.
One of the first things you notice is that at last we learned.
That now people follow Nature's ways not caring about a fast buck.
Gone is all human greed, prejudices and warlike ways. Just helping hands!
Machinery now mainly a thing of the past. Sundown means lights out.
The dawn of each new day is now respected, revered and celebrated.
Sowing and harvesting, a combined effort with the fruits fairly shared.
No need for placing value on things. Money a thing of the past.
Yes. Go down to the lake and step into the whirlpool of time.
Play with the dials. Go forward or back. Experience it all.
Look with fresh eyes and only take the good on with you.
Then maybe, just maybe you will find the paradise that awaits.
Categories:
cavemen, time, travel, planet, prejudice,
Form:
Verse
Cavemen
carved stones
into tribal wars
mans battle curse
Men will kill
over the color of a flag
old ways must be lowered
to half mast
United Kingdoms
morphed into today's democracies
where men are equal
and women sleep in peace
Kings are symbols of history
stones, inanimate objects
worshiped by fools
Scotland voted to be united and free
History's no reason for division
common values now unite
we learn of gods wisdom
with love, never division
Now a land of the people
of values and not ones ancestry
we have no masters
therefore no separation
The brave
the Pipes and drums
march proud towards future dreams
my Scotland, my future
United by God or face the gun
Categories:
cavemen, art, beautiful, freedom, history,
Form:
Quatrain
Fire – Of Ancient Origins
Anthropological dawning’s
Cave walls with lit magic drawings
Of firestorms
Sacred mystical deity
Cavemen prayed with fidelity
For firelights
Their children delighted and grew
History ignited the fuse
On fireworks
Created by: Earl Schumacker on 11/19/14 for - Fire, Earth, Wind, - Poetry Contest
(Theme is – Fire)
Categories:
cavemen, adventure, age, culture, fire,
Form:
Rhyme
Those people at Geico think that we cavemen are fools.
We don't appreciate their condescending commercials.
When I saw those commercials, I was shocked.
They think I'm stupid just because I sleep on a rock.
My cavemen buddies and I are really pissed.
But we do enjoy having Talia Shire for a therapist.
They think I'm primitive just because I carry a club and scratch my butt.
Why do people think that we cavemen are idiots?
Categories:
cavemen, funny, people, people, people,
Form:
I drop to speed like a falcon
I dominate the heavens like a typhoon
I complete the landscape like the sun
And heel my will like a stallion
Shining through time like a diamond
You’ll only find my spec if you rewind
When cave lions hunted and killed with fury
And cavemen had no place left so scurry
In a white suit and tie I stand
Poised, and the world I understand
Domination is the aim we can here for
This game none have played like this before
I launch back into space like a rocket
Striking aces like a tennis racket
To continue my mission to question
The 'why', the 'how' to the solution
Categories:
cavemen, emotions, life,
Form:
Rhyme
I’m back like jack in the box
Is it still called religion
When it is the truth
No, I am not using contractions
These fools offend me when
They come up with this s*** that we
Evolved from apes.
Happy Ape day!
I am about to act a monkey on these clowns
I am sick of these clowns with all of their big
Theories that mean little
This is what you been spending my tax money on
I am going to need a refund
Burn all the textbooks filled with lies
Show me the proof up close and personal
Where is CSI, Horatio Caine and the forensic files
I am bringing down your idea of grandeur
Grandiose fools
I had rather take my chances with Jesus
No apology needed
You went around the world digging up cavemen bones
But still cannot figure out how to make a bland of grass grow
More or less figure out how to create a planet and many more from nothing
Then create a rotational orbit that never fails
The most you have done is figure out to orchestrate a few stop lights
That is right they cannot even manufacture sand
I know God must be looking down from heaven shaking his head
“Look, Michael, the humans are still stuck in the middle ages”
We are in the middle of space trying to figure out where the hell to go to next
There are meteorites bigger than earth that can take us out
And you think I am suppose to be content with your big bang speculations
Bang Bang I need to shoot you in the head
You won’t die though because you have your head stuck up your ass
Bumbaclot, Rasclot I am about to start speaking patwa
I am deeper than the oceans without the oil in them
Go for a swim
See I am engulfed in your circle of opinions
Look at all the different species
God created!
But I guess they evolved to
Evolution is their answer for everything
“Well, yes sir I really don’t know but I have to pretend,
Here is a good reason why I feel this way and profess my
Opinions because I don’t want to feel like someone else is above me.
I truly want to be the end of all of all ya’ll
Let me sell you another pill to make the loneliness go away and I’ll take millions to the bank.
And the final thought of the day there is no creator.”
End Quote.
When they read this in 3008 they going to say a genius wrote it.
Categories:
cavemen, political, visionary, me, me,
Form:
Free verse
Cow chips and a bottle of piss,
perfect snack for your unclean lips
Hitting the fan
is a stale sewer smell
The six-by-twelve
room you’re living in
is a cancer cell
flush next to a toxic landfill
All of your friends are burp babies,
bigoted bums like you
Empty box heads full of odd dumpster tools
They come to your putrid place,
where everybody knows their rotten name
They squat down next to your face,
drunkenly foaming out their shame
And the vomit dip is getting latrine low,
while louder is getting the salty pretzel bellows
Rowdy cursing cheers,
foul looking leers ...
The kinda place where
any self-respecting woman
don’t wanna be near
So pass around another profane cup of fermented piss,
refill the potty mouth bowl with some more cow chips
A room reeking of
sour yellow teeth and smacking brown lips
Here’s jeers to you and your pagan pals:
always leaving the lid up, never closing the door
Neanderthal nimrods who don’t love to spray,
cavemen walking barefoot on the chip crumbs filthy floor
Here’s jeers to you, Gonzo,
draped in dung gear gutter-stained gray
You and your fly down
Mesozoic slugs have yourselves a maggot day
Categories:
cavemen, allusion, metaphor, satire, wisdom,
Form:
Light Verse