Best Herbivore Poems
Dogs dogmatically guard the home
Sounding the alarm with a growling bark
As owners are alerted to the threat
Miscreants flee into the dark
Cats are categorically useful too
Their mouse-tracking skills renowned
When a feline is prowling on patrol
Rodents scurry underground
But rabbits are a tougher sell
Their herbivore hunting skills quite moot
Unable to save the day or keep vermin at bay
They mostly sit there looking cute
Rabbits are thin-skinned as well
There's one faux pas you must not commit
Please do not call them rodents
Order Lagomorpha is where they fit
Why then do we delight in ours
The doe we call simply “Bunny” ?
It's cuz her antics provide comic relief
When she yawns it looks so funny
Bunny blithely flips her little plate
A curt review of pet shop food
She’s holding out for blueberries or kale
Depending on her mood
Baby carrots and parsley sprigs
Make for a tasty Bunny lunch
She regales us with her table talk:
Munchity, crunchity, crunch
After a hard day’s work, I come home
To my gray-and-white-furred friend
She’ll run to be picked up and petted
And my stresses are at an end
Yes, Bunny is priceless to us
And she certainly earns her keep
Familial duties done for the day
On a little throw pillow she falls asleep
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for contest: Furry Friend
Sponsored by: Royal T
What are these ancient creatures?
Which once dominated the earth
Left a mark which we will never forget
They came and saw during the Triassic era
And they continued their reign all through the Jurassic era
Before we starting spending pounds or dollars or Lira
230 million years ago
They dealt with the mammals of their time
With just one blow
And devoured other reptiles as well
Nice and slow
They ruled the seas and oceans almost completely
And they hunted for preys on land quite discreetly
Pterodactyls controlled the skies before the coming of jets and drones
And they communicated with their peers without the need of cellular phones
They lived through the ages for more than a hundred million years
And were the masters of lions and even big brown bears
Before the coming of *****sapiens
They roamed the sands
And conquered other animals in many distant lands
With its blade like teeth and an enormous jaw
Tyrannosaurus Rex was the largest carnivore they ever saw
But my favourite was the herbivore, Triceratops
He could repel an attack by the T- Rex until it stops
And had two horns on its fore head like the sign Taurus
With huge talons on its feet that looks like gladius
And the dumbest was the plant eating Brachiosaurus
With its long neck which made it look simply ludicrous
The dinosaurs prospered and flourished
And they were all over the place
They were man’s predecessors
And ushered in the human race
By design the dinosaur was no bird or reptile
But it may have comprise of the two
Because its spine stood erectile
Always looking for something to bite or chew
One day an asteroid came crashing down
And wiped them out
All the dinosaurs who used to live in our town
The proof of their reign
Lies deep in the soil
While their fossils remains
Their flesh became crude oil
A herbivore,
and a carnivore ,
natures balance.
M.Mahauariki © 2012
Tyrannosaurus Bob is who I am.
You herbivore dinos had better scram.
When I have an appetite,
I will give you a big bite.
I never settle for just eggs and ham.
It’s Jurassic time.
Dinosaurs are on the earth.
The big reptiles rule.
Three million years ago.
Three toed, and foraging the swamp lands. No bigger than a house cat. Timid.
Horse found safety in numbers. Prey mammal. Happy horse.
Two million years ago.
Mother Earth began to dry, and the small herbivore found need not of so many little toes to carry itself through the wetlands. Time took a toe, for want of need tends to do this. Drier lands, less sinking times to mud.
Fast and agile kept it safe. Many predators to run from. Many leafy species to graze upon. Happy horse. Happy two toed horse.
As time does make way for progress, and need of speed increased, the little horse began to grow. The size made way for need again. Mother Earth takes good care of these things.
One Million years ago.
Happy horse walked on single toe, it had strength and weight to meet its foe.
Until a predator with mind of wise, with straight ahead, long visioned eyes.
Realized this horse could soon be caught, and traded with some food for taught.
Unlike the ones before which horse evaded, this one offered grain be traded.
Captured, trained, and kept a slave, with brute force this horse it gave.
A life in freedom it soon forgot, and many tricks it soon was taught.
I have found along my way, and continue learning to this day.
That Horse was here to make a trade, of partnership, we never made.
So next time that you kick it hard, remember the tale, from this horseman bard.
SHM
Form:
They call me Leo,
Leopard is my full name,
I live in the jungle,
With my family and kids,
and we get to have fun,
I Love the other animals but,
I cant deny the fact that,
I love killing gazelles,
zebras and all animals that are edible,
It's the only way I can survive
in this cruel environment.
I am a carnivore,
a meat eater.
I sometimes wish I was a Herbivore,
a plant eater,
like gazelles or Zebras or cows,
I sometimes wish I was an omnivore too,
like humans,
like Mr. Kamau,
I could be eating plants and animals,
and I would not kill every day of my life.
I love basking and taking a walk,
sometimes it gets boring here in the jungle
and all I can do is sit
on top of a tree and stare down.
How I sometimes wish I was the king
of the jungle Like Mr. Lion,
He is big and mighty and
the type of animal you wish you were.
He is proud but then again,
not as proud as the peacock family,
Peacocks are pretty with so many colours.
But all the same.
I thank God am not as ugly as Mr. Hyena .
(I hope he wont hear me)
who for the last 6 months
has been trying to strike up a friendship with me.
But no!!!!!
He may have spots like me but
he doesn't look one bit like me.
It would be a bit different
if we were talking about Mr. Tiger and Cheetah
who I cant deny are my close relatives.
We even look alike in some way don't you think?
Oh well, I can spend all my time hear talking about my life but I have some brothers who live in the land of snow.
The are so beautiful and we like calling them Snow Leopards.
The big Allosaurus
Loved to bite its neighbour
Guzzle blood by gallons
The Apatosaurus
Laid eggs in sand nest
An ugly herbivore
A few had wings to fly
Giant beaks and piercing eyes
Stole fledgling from nests
But lived long ago
That we may never learn or know
whether could be good pets
Soot on LA highway signs. Billboard of you,
a real estate agent. All endeavor slides
toward inertia, extinction, forgetfulness.
It’s very tropical. Vegetation invades
the house unless constant inputs of joy
apply. The scientist in you feels the
great ape in you. The great ape feels
death growing wide. What about work?
I devote my present to my future existence.
In what way, in what sense
does one continue to resist. As
a dessicated cell, a mole of elements,
an ancient’s aura, a daguerreotype-like
shadow on a sidewalk, persistent headache,
paleolithic herbivore, potential energy, will.
Some wake up and pray, say thanks for
another day. Others curse their luck, stale breath,
the very thought of the rosy dawn makes them ill.
Lonely as leaf fall.
Nature knows no pity or self-pity
according to antiquity, the roof soot of the city.
I admire fire, tools and ore. Agriculture.
Cities, empire. Trading and taking (war).
Numbers, counting, writing. Libraries, discoveries, zero.
And the single-minded universe
that’s only a paper moon
without your love.
Among our animals on earth
the search for food consumes each day.
I ask God why he made two counter groups;
carnivore and herbivore-
the two so far apart.
To eat, be eaten- nature's programmed goal
'tween carnivores and herbivores it seems.
While some cause bleeding tears and victim's screams;
with others, trees and grasslands take their toll.
Both plans- far apart:
one brings loss of life and pain;
one consumes earth's greens.
How does God choose which will be
predator or victim bound?
August 31, 2016
~3rd Place~
Contest: Challenge - Write One - Theme: Dark Nature
Sponsor: Broken Wings -
Judged: 09/08/2016
Rules:
1. Epigram, a single thought on two lines- unrhymed -
introducing the theme of your poem
2. Kimo, 3 lines, 10/7/6 syllables
3. Enclosed Rhyme, 4 lines, a/b/b/a
4. Tanka, 5 lines, 5/7/5/7/7
5. Title - 3 words from the last line in Tanka
6. Words 'bleeding tears' must be used
7. Should be present tense
I, Mustang, am the stuff of legends
Roaming the Northwestern badlands
Of the United States in small herds.
I'm poetry in motion when I gallop,
Propelled forward by hinterland winds!
The quintessence of beauty, grace, and freedom!
I'm a social, wild horse breed; part of a herd
Consisting of a stallion, colts, a harem of mares
And their foals. I mature sexually at the age of three,
And I mate from April to July.
As a male, I'm known as a "stallion,"
The fierce herd defender. I group into a circle
Around the herd with other males to
Fight off predators; chief among them
Are wolves and coyotes.
As a female, I'm known as a "mare,"
I lead the herd away from danger.
I usually give birth to one foal,
But sometimes I deliver twins.
My gestation is roughly eleven months.
A herbivore, I eat only grass and foliage
I can grow up to 56 inches in height or more.
I communicate by whinnying and whickering
To the herd. I loudly snort to alert
Other mustangs of danger.
Need I remind you of my perseverance?
To withstand very harsh environments,
I can go for more than one week
Without water or food if necessary.
My lifespan in the wild is about twenty years.
Date written: 09/03/2022
Green turtles are listed as, endangered
and are mainly found, in tropical and sub-tropical sea oceans
they are one of the largest sea turtles, to have ever embraced our oceans
and are the only Sea Turtle herbivore, and a great sea ocean mentor
Green turtles graze on seagrasses, that helps maintain beds of seagrass
and when they have digested, going to the dunny release’s vital nutrients
for many species of plants and animals, as they thrive with stimulants
and seagrass beds are nurseries, for species to amass their social class
Sea turtles need beaches for nesting, but humans are encroaching
and they harvest their eggs, and hunt the adults for greedy investing
Coastal development, vehicle beach traffic, and other human activities
are destroying sea turtle nesting, and climate change is male declining
I watched you walk into the company cafeteria, staring at the ready made food under plastic
Selecting something green and healthy, the choice of a fluffy long eared herbivore
And cradling a glass of grey brown juice squeezed from a plant unpronounceable, shredded elastic
And then choosing a solo table, kicking off your shoes, pressing bare feet onto polished concrete floor.
Who did plod through the fresh laid sod
What plunderous rogue could be so treacherous
When did the fresh, bright mane garner brackish stain
Where did the stealthy herbivore dump digested core
Why did that silly hare his gastronomical fare share
A sun drenched day decided it needs some sleep, again
A nigh time shadow leads to nocturnal noises, again
Then it came; first a bat frequency noted its presence
Then it’s sharp noise; first the crunch, then the crackle
We looked up high, the moon beam caught our eye
We turned to leave, the beady prey took swoop
Too small, it’s shadow cast upon our faces; we turned
It’s breath caught her hair; no scream just a jump
The nocturnal hunt in full flow, we stood firm
Then the beats, then the chorus, then the cracks
A crescendo of noise; more creatures, more shadows
Why run? Why care? Why dare? Why here?
Don’t fear the nocturnal nature hunt
A carnivore, a herbivore; an omnivore;
All present, all here, big and small
We are mere spectators; they don’t care
Natures sway, their way, never to decay
We stood firm
We closed our eyes
We listened
We danced
We felt at one
Oh nocturnal noises; natures natural music
By Shane Cogan (September, 2013)
Thee Apple Hove Bing an Herbivore...?
(hint – app peal)
Sans maintaining a strict carb on diet
(for Peat Sake) iz like really coal
man, cuz carnivores consume meat,
which genetically modified organisms
engender incredible non edible size foal,
these agribusiness farmed animals shot up
with synthetic hormones
spurring heightened development
accidentally, inadvertently, and unleashing
King Kong monstrous outrageous gnoll,
whereat each footfall taken
by scary creature resembling
a humanoid hyena
results in said frankenfood digging,
one after another humungous hole
resulting in dirt pile
cresting, kickstarting, and
rivaling a mini
spring mount tin knoll
necessitating massive
manhunt to cap cha
lurching, pounding, and thudding
beast whereat entire
motley crue all harkened
from places named Lowell,
nonetheless heil lee calf full
to arm themselves with more'n one
tranquilized tipped pole
anachronistic cautionary expedition generating
masterfully baiting monster
with immense gritty buttered roll,
whose gargantuan ramp
aging spree across
world wide web
found endangered population
tuff lee from their
picturesque enclave i.e. Floss
on the Mill as zee unbridled
quasi jabberwocky took a selfie gloss
silly attired (trumpeting
"FAKE" ska don face mask)
likening pulling up moss
as coiffed "hair...hm..." all the while
gabbling, instagramming,
snapchatting, and toss
sing fearsome Frankenstein
with especial bent toward
those sharing surname Voss
in tandem to flagrant
disregard to paradigm
housing hefty prime
statutes of grammatically
correct syntactical rhetoric, plus rhyme
ming showcasing a novel
discovered talent to enrich pantheon
until the end of time.
since times of auld
where linkedin note able people
(some long haired others bald)
plaintively, suddenly, and called
urgently to be importantly installed
to brainstorm figuring a solution
to vanquish, nightmarish,
and hellish abominable madness!