Best Giant Poems
WHO IS THE GIANT OF THEM ALL
Animals or humans, who is the giant of them all?
Bearing a two sheathed wings, the Hercules Beetles
crash the Titans (beetle) growing more than six inches.
Down the dirty waterways of China is the Mekong catfish
extending at ten feet, tummy-filled with one
full swallow of a child... Horrible!
Godzilla in Japan's sea is the Nomora Jellyfish!
However, the tipped nightmare fuel
incorporeal spill is not at all hazardous.
Jamison Stone, an eleven year old boy,
killed almost, this wild giant hog of 1051 lbs.
Lizards like the giant Salamanders aren't cute at all--
measuring six feet long: the largest of their kind!
Nuisance to Australia's dangerous wildlife, cane toads,
originally are found in South and Central America!
Power and beauty
quiets all his challengers when Percheron
runs, runs fast in a horse race!
Savory staple is the spider Crab but warning!
Their claws can do some serious damage!
Under a tree, don't be shock of the flying fox:
vampires to sweet-juices of fruits in New Guinea...
Weighing over a ton, Trigger is the cow for truckload of macs!
Xenopos are Cameroon Goliath that can live up to fifteen years.
Yes, humans are tough but compared to these behemoths,
zings we have are just their toys!
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***Source:
http://www.viralnova.com/giant-animals/ and
http://diply.com/different-solutions/20-unbelievably-giant-animals/30768/4
***nightmare fuel - stingray; flying-fox - bat
==Sponsor Name: Broken Wings==
=Contest Name: Trashed #2=
==6th place==
O. E. Guillermo
2:49pm, September 04, 2015
A towering inferno loses
a cluster of flames once held dear.
19~11~2014
Sponsor: Rick Parise
Contest Name: Crystalline
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A BONUS CRYSTALINE NOT FOR THE CONTEST
Hard Oak
Softly swaying - in sensual ease
embraces a warm autumn breeze.
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*always read the fine print
Other Then The Title This Next Crystalline Is Written In Special Ink That Only The Best Of Poets Can See And Read. It Is The Best Of All My Writes. It is inspired by "The Emperors Clothes."
ONE MORE BONUS CRYSTALINE NOT FOR THE CONTEST
The Naked Oak
19~11~2014
GIANT CUPCAKE
With raisins, nuts and cinnamon
Quite moist all through
Not the usual 3-minute egg on toast
Oh no! I’m taking a chance on something new
Just a crack of dawn
Splotches through the trees
And with smoking black coffee
This special morning promises to please
Mondays, like any other
Count increasing wants and pains
All constipated within this hardening frame
Aching to evacuate, enflatulate
All with awareness enflamed
My simple wants are for those lost
Those which children possess
A healthy excitement and joy
Dramatic imagination –
Yes, that’s it, I guess
Ah, mind’s eye has gone sick white
For only sleep will stir imagination’s sight
I shake my head
Twist the catch from shoulder and neck
Sigh, and take a bite
Dave Austin
The giant sea turtle saved the day by being the ride for many.
He rescued a pelican, a cat, a penguin and a dog named Penny.
Their ship went down, and they were at the mercy of the waves.
If not for turtle, they would all be in watery graves.
He stood before me, giant, brown and hairy,
this animal the biggest of them all!
I didn’t find him all that very scary
though next to me, he stood three times as tall!
My father stood beside me with a look
of deep concern while holding high his gun.
One steady discharge. That was all it took!
My Dad had hit the target. We had won!
That final shot meant Dad had been the best.
The carnie sighed. I jumped around with glee,
then hugged that huge stuffed doggy to my chest,
but Daddy had to carry it for me!
Mom’s “no pet rule” I’d sure had too much of.
At last I had my own big dog to love!
With faith and hope I tackle the tricky course of my life.
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9th December, 2015
Contest: One Liner 4
Sponsor: Silent One
Placed 2nd
Summer rain, melting Arctics
and the lipids lining the nerves
in your brain. These are the metrics
of our times. Mere resolve
is not enough to take care
along the highway—you need wheels and prayer.
When you realize there’s no there there
that’s a scary day. End there.
August, the extinction is terrifying.
Quiet, too quiet. 100% humidity, not a single insect flying.
Summer morning, summer evening, sighing
the sighs of purgatory—grief without pain, death without dying.
I’ve chosen the safety of these mountains
and the beauty of their mists—such perfection
which anyone can have for the asking.
All you need to know is the names of things.
Conflict, coercion, war, strife.
Flying high in April, shot down over Germany.
Have a good day. That’s life. Fix yr brakes.
When I hit a pothole my fillings sing.
Anything’s possible, it’s impossible
to know what will happen until it’s happened.
You can’t know what you’re doing until it’s done
and even then you stare in wonder
unmoved yet moved by the stillness
a pure goodness, bone stillness, potential energy. You can practice it
in the city or the desert.
The wilderness or the mirror over your dresser.
It stands alone
in a field of loneliness and neglect
the bright red paint has faded into a murky brown
a strict reminder from mother natures pounding fury through the years
once housing a families treasures
now only stores their forgotten tears
The door hangs lazily from its missing bolts
its hinges silent and perfectly rusted
as children we played inside its sturdy walls
now, it cant be trusted
It stands alone
the barn...
surrounded by a field of weeds and decay
tired and broken
it waits for its eventual collapse
a once bright red smile has faded
its loneliness has no purpose
not anymore
Please, Sleeping Giant, wake unto these loving eyes;
I hunger for your touch as you rest in peaceful slumber.
Longing for such love might well certain my demise;
denying heart’s desire, rather, brings incessant wonder.
I gently stroke each tender brow and press my cheek to yours.
The warmth of you induces sleep ~ we meet inside a dream!
And, now, I know the truth... Love is everything and more;
I wake and rise to my new life; your love has set me free!
We meet here quite often to share our love untold.
Inspired and rejuvenated, we no longer yearn
for we are together, enlightened and so bold,
erasing the fierce hands of time in each attempt to turn.
Dead Man's Island, Dingle Peninsula, Ireland
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A friend told me that while on vacation she visited the world’s largest ball of string. It inspired me to write this poem.
A giant ball of string
It sat out in an open field
It was the strangest thing
An orb the size of who knows what
A giant ball of string
We laughed as we walked hand in hand
Our eyes were mystified
She tried to reach around the ball
Me on the other side
Neither of our hands could touch
Still inches far apart
I chuckled just a little bit
Her laughter it did start
When then I saw her look around
She wore a sneaky grin
Reached into her pocket deep
Then glanced around again
Her hand it held a pocket knife
A shining piece of steel
She then cut off a piece of string
And quickly did conceal
We ran away so very fast
Till it was far behind
Then stopped so I could figure out
What she had on her mind
When she reached out and took my hand
Pulled out the piece of string
Then tied it round my finger tight
A smile it did bring
I asked her tell me what it meant
She answered me so true
I tied it so you won’t forget
That I’m in love with you
The water in my glass trembles
as my giant marches near.
It comes to me without much warning…
just suddenly appears.
The air becomes too thick,
like trying to breathe in mud.
My heart speeds up so fast…
a continuous, pounding THUD!
Then I know my giant is racing
to catch me in his grasp.
The tears begin,and that is when
the dread inside’s unmasked.
I can see him clearly now,the fear that always hides…
and seems to only slither forth when all else is just fine.
My giant has a henchman, a sneaky little guy,
who tunnels like a rat, to whisper in my mind.
“Your heart can't take much more! You can't catch your breath! You are going to die,my friend, or faint and make a mess.”
Yes, anxiety's my giant,and even though I know,
that I needn't worry, it's out of my control.
I love the Lord and trust Him.
There's just one little thing…
Anxiety's an illness,that happens in my brain.
I continue praying, asking for healing but,
this isn't something I get to decide to push out of a rut.
And Depression is a monster!!
Not just a giant or foe…
it is an illness also ,not just feeling kinda low.
So be careful when judging another's giant,
I have heard it said..
We don't throw stones at our friends…
but at the Giants’ head!
The sleeping giant stirred
Turned over on one side
The world was engulfed
By an abnormally high tide.
Tectonic plates quivered
The whole world gave a shake
Before finally settling back
With just a few minor quakes.
Now totally relaxed
The sleeping giant sleeps on
And until he next stirs
The state of peril is gone.
I didn't really mean,
To do what I have done,
I trod on a dinosaur's tail
And now I'm on the run.
He's about forty feet long
And he's breathing down my neck,
My heart is purely throbbing
And my nerves are all a wreck.
He's just about on top of me
His teeth about to crunch.
Oh where do you hide from a dinosaur
When you're about to be his lunch.
"Stop playing with that lizard Tommy
And come on in for tea,"
"Ah, you'd spoil any game mum
For a little boy like me."
-more poems like this can be found at:
kidscomedypoetry.com.au
GIANT AND MADDY OF THE BIG PEOPLE
Productive people on the go.
The Big People are God’s formidable soldiers exploring the world.
Never do we fear what is to come.
A better tomorrow is what we aim for.
Heights elevated more and more.
We seek to be enriched from our struggles.
Not a feeble mind involved with the strength of Samson and the strife of Goliath.
Fecund in farming and prolific to our verse, canonically we will write.
Elevated from summits we have achieved, we continue to aspire.
We are fortified through our wants and desires, therefore, our language is fulfilled.
Our nation is contented.
The pleasures given by God are the amenities.
May peace be with us throughout as the past becomes distant in ways of thinking?
Our carnage has ended.
Likewise, bountiful is sentimental.
We offer all the same peaceful existence.
This is the world of Giantvillism.
Productive people on the go.
The Big People are God’s formidable soldiers exploring the world.
Never do we fear what is to come.
A better tomorrow is what we aim for.
Heights elevated more and more.
We seek to be enriched from our struggles.
Not a feeble mind involved with the strength of Goliath and the strife of Samson.
This is the world of Giantvillism.
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Penned June 11, 2015!
Giant pandas live in China.
They can swim and climb trees, too.
They're black and white and furry
And they love to eat bamboo!
Bonus activity: Print out a giant panda coloring sheet for each child (there are a few
to choose from on animalstown.com) and have him or her color it.