Best Herbivorous Poems
The giraffe
Haughty and fond of herbivorous feasts,
Tends to look down on his wee fellow beasts.
The elephant
Thin outer ears are gargantuan-sized,
Tickling the ivories isn't advised.
The pelican
Genus of water-bird with a long beak,
And in his throat there is food for a week.
The crocodile
Don't you be fooled by his sad, tearful eyes
He's out to get you - it's just a disguise.
The zebra
Sports a moheccan style tuft on his head
And he wears stripey pyjamas to bed.
The panda
Never one fazed by what's wrong or what's right,
Tends to see everything in black and white.
The kangaroo
He lives 'down under'- Australia's pride
With little Joey who's there for the ride.
The zoo
All of these creatures hang out at the zoo
Feeding time heralds a hullabaloo!
04/11/18
Categories:
herbivorous, animal,
Form:
Couplet
Note- These massive turtles live in the Galapagos Islands. They are herbivorous
creatures eating prickly pears, cactus, grass, and ferns. The Geochelone Elephantopus
species have been known to grow to 500 pounds and live to 170 years. The Galápagos
archipelago is a Province off the coast of Ecuador.
A herd of turtles slither down
The Isle of Galapagos.
One huge centenarian
Was quite cantankerous.
Elephantopus was his name.
Six feet long, his moniker matched
The enormous frame
Dragging by in slow dispatch.
He stopped to eat some prickly pears,
A real reptilian feast,
Swelling out his shell of bone
This mammoth tortoise beast.
One-hundred-seventy-years old,
With five-hundred pounds pantomimed.
He gave me no quarter;
I gave him no dime.
Categories:
herbivorous, animals,
Form:
Quatrain
Horses are in oblivion
Preferred man-friendly animal since evolution
Today, bit lost in mechanised, chip oriented revolution
Important weapon in Bronze Age ancient wars
Utilised by ancestors as domestic transporter
But now restricted to official events splendour
And few sporting events, races, competitive glamour
And royal weddings, yoked to adorned buggies grandeur
Horses shall be back in recognition
With rising global warming concern
With Oil prices not expected to lessen
Antiquated horse carts demand shall be of high order
Benefits galore, herbivorous help sustaining on grass fodder
350 degree excellent day-night vision, energy reservoir
Capable of resting in short naps in standing posture
Horseshoe, saddle, bridle, rein only accessories major
Horse carts with no carbon emissions
Saddle, hooves sans honking and pollution
No ignition, start-up fuel consumption
No requirement of spark plugs, engine oil can
No seat belts, air bags for protection
Man put blinders on horse for concentration
But are themselves blinded by mad race of globalisation, liberalisation
Man need to put the blinders on self–consumption
Be judicious, avoid ostentation to keep in check carbon emissions
Switch to horse cart, use killer vehicle only in emergent situation
Today horses are oblivion
If ignored concerns for eco-friendly environ
Tomorrow mankind could be in oblivion
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
By Hitendra Mehta
May 2011
For Members contest – Eco-friendly Vehicle by Robb A.Kopp
Categories:
herbivorous,
Form:
Rhyme
There once was a gnome named Jerome
Who made a herb garden his home.
One day as he frolicked,
He slipped and fell on some garlic
And was instantly killed when a clove cleft his dome.
The sad news of Jerome spread as far north as Nome,
And there was weeping and wailing from gnomes 'cross the foam.
When I learned what transpired,
Re the way he expired,
It inspired me to proffer this "po'm" for Jerome:
Here lies our dear comrade Jerome
'neath his garden's herbivorous loam.
If he'd played "farmer in the dill",
He'd be up here with us still
'stead of filling a 3 x 6 hole, his new home.
Entered in Jay Narain's Humorous Poems Contest
July 5, 2023
!2th Place
Categories:
herbivorous, farewell, for him, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Looking under a leaf
In search of a caterpillar thief
Pinched a tomatoes cheek
Oh what a creepy creep
He's a very deliberate critter
She cried that hairy worm bit her
Said,"He'd come back to get her
And scare her baby sitter."
Her nanny saw her cryin'
Knew she wasn't lyin'
Her story there was no denyin'
That worm bit her "cheek" like a lion
If you see that herbivorous fellow
That made that tomato turn yellow
He'll be under a leafy umbrella
And as fat as an armadillo
He's a real tomato masher
A suspected garden trasher
He's wanted and needs to be captured
And sentenced to life in a pasture
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner:)
Categories:
herbivorous, funny, humor, humorous, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
Each time my Auntie Rosa went to shop in the High Street,
She’d bring us back a pink-iced bun; it was our special treat.
We’d take them up to Grandad’s (we preferred to eat them there)
We’d scoff them in the kitchen, in his big old Windsor chair.
And Grandad made us thick black tea, as thick as tarmacadam,
And carrots from the garden (if the rabbits hadn’t had ‘em!)
He tried, I guess, but honestly, his cooking was quite ropey,
And since he washed his plates in Daz, it always tasted soapy!
He kept rabbits out behind his house (some of them were tame.)
In the front grew antirrhinums – ‘bunny-rabbits’ once again.
Their soft and furry noses looked exactly like each other:
Each flower a tiny replica of its herbivorous brother.
His house was full of assegais, elephants and gongs.
He’d tell us of his voyages and sing us salty songs …
He always wore a waistcoat and a greasy old flat cap.
He still walked with a sailor’s roll, the nautical old chap!
When Grandad wanted 'baccy, I’d go down Kit-Cat Lane
To the musty shop in a wooden hut - ‘The Cabin’ was its name.
T’was just like in a cowboy film, with barrels and all-sorts;
But best of all was the real stuffed bear, moulting on the porch..
Sometimes we’d go to Gordon’s house. His garden had a swing.
We’d crawl under his veranda, and discuss Lee’s brother’s Thing!
Gordon did love swimming! He went in the sea each day.
He went in once too often, for he drowned out in the bay.
Those summers on the island seem so very long ago.
These days I can’t remember why it is I loved them so …
But sometimes, when a nasty pong comes drifting from a drain,
It smells just like the Canvey dykes, and I am there again …
I’m padding down a sandy path, between two slime-filled ditches,
My hair is wet, my skin tastes salt, my swimsuit rubs and itches.
I turn the corner of the lane; the graveyard smell is gone …
In Grandad’s garden, there’s my Dad! He’s come to take me home!
For the uninitiated (or simply younger!), an assegai is an African Zulu warrior's long spear,
and tarmacadam is the stuff you put on roads - blacktop!
Categories:
herbivorous, childhood, nostalgiahouse, old, garden,
Form:
Narrative
DOUBT ME IF YOU WILL
_______________________
Sun will cease to shine.
Twlight she looses her blush.
Moon she losses her sheen.
Stars have lost their glitter.
My face has lost its smile.
Hope elopes with darkness.
I have no where to hide.
My vision conceives Mirages.
My feet feels like a ton.
My life moves in slow motion.
Meaning and Words they no longer hold hands.
Mankind perishing around me.
Intoxicated by sadness.
Fear is mocking at me.
Mortality is calling, with open arms.
She just wants to hug me once.
She seems to be lonely.
But I will not concede.
Trees and plants are naked.
leaves have divorced them.
Fumes of desolation fills the air.
My lungs have forgotten to breathe.
Like a convict who longs for freedom,
my heart pounds my chest.
There will be no butterflies,
bees or Humming Birds.
No nectar for them to sup.
No flowers will bloom.
Pollination becomes extinct.
Bird will cease to Exist,
They find no insects to feed.
Herbivorous creatures perish.
No grass or plants to graze.
Carnivorous predators wither,
no herbivores creatures to sustain their life.
Vulnerable Humans are their only prey.
When sense abandons the mind.
Ecology has lost its balance.
Sea will rise, since evaporation ceased.
As the sun, he lost his crown.
The earth will slowly disappear.
Waters will rise and embrace this sphere.
Life has lost its charm.
Because of doubt.
A pigment of colourful mind.
Fundamental, humane flaw of this mortal race.
Like my friend philosopher and guiding light.
Late, KHALIL GIBRAN, says.
Quote:
DOUBT IS A PAIN TOO LONELY
TO KNOW THAT FAITH IS HIS TWIN BROTHER
Unquote.
And further amplifies, by saying.
Quote :
LOVE AND DOUBT HAVE NEVER BEEN ON SPEAKING TERMS
Unquote.
I hope DEATH embraces DOUBT.
Categories:
herbivorous, feelings, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
hippopotamus
massive and herbivorous ...
ride the river horse
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Entry: "Wild Animal Haiku" Poetry Contest
Contest Judged: 4/18/2022
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
(3)
Categories:
herbivorous, adventure, animal, perspective,
Form:
Haiku
Slaves bind the rind and grind the porcine mind to a fine dust,
on the killing line, tools rust,
their shine left behind and our curly tailed brethren ascend to a time where the weather is fine ,
a constant sublime,
an unfurlment of the gaian divine,
ecstatic sequences sing to the night as biomechanisms swerve to harness the light..
rely not on sight but on the abolition of blight ,
keep it lit like a torch, avoid pork and veganise on the porch
lurch past the church and plant a score of yew trees and find the ease of the consciousness that lies within all of these felons and melons and rise up to heaven to join the eleven.
Asteroids slither thru bevels, and a blankness blankets their trails
as the evolution on earth slows to the pace of a snail
Categories:
herbivorous, food, sorry, time,
Form:
ABC
Death is truly traitorous
It is highly cancerous;
But dealing adventurous
With animals herbivorous.
Death is truly traitorous
It is highly decorous
With examples numerous
Of behavior scabrous.
Death is truly traitorous
It is highly glamorous
Though itself timorous
As it is not sonorous.
Death is truly traitorous
After it life is amorous
Even Gods were leprous
Continued life dangerous.
Death is truly traitorous.
Categories:
herbivorous, death,
Form:
Monorhyme
What?
I hope you are not serious, my fellow mortal!
Not serious when you suggest that we should
Eliminate death.
How could we?
This is preposterous!
But if you are serious, tell me how could we ever
Exist without the Lord of "darkness?"
Come on,
Do not be surprised by my question!
It may sound illogical to you at first, but
Don't you know that life is based on death?
You don't?
How come?
Don't you know that for something in order to live,
Something else has to die?
Let us take the Lion for instance, can the Lion survive if
Another animal doesn't die?
Can an eagle, a python, a shark thrive if other living organisms
Do not fall prey to their voracious appetite?
Of course, they cannot!
Certainly,
You may think of the sheep or of any other herbivorous animal
That does not kill in order to live
But
Even they eat grass which grows because microorganisms die
And we, my dearest friend, being omnivorous eat the sheep along
With thousands of other animals to ensure our survival.
Yes,
I know,
You would tell me now that you wish to eliminate death
Because you desire us not to die but to keep on living!
Let me tell you something, my dearest friend,
If this is really the reason that prompts you to wish death's demise, you Commit the worst of crimes because:
First, you wish to condemn Man to unending suffering and
Second, you deprive us all of being reborn into eternal life.
You see, my friend,
It would not be good to eliminate death, for death is
Our liberator and our one-way ticket to immortality!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
18 June 2021
* I was a ten-year-old boy when my father died on this day many years ago but still he lives in my heart and in my mind!
Categories:
herbivorous, death, life, world,
Form:
Free verse
(alternately titled: excuse me while aye...
touch the sky, hen derrick lee
and pull lightly gag.)
September third tooth house sand
and eighteen didst find me
to awaken with a start
during the wee
(Willy Paine Weber) re
duck tee yo absurdum painful hour
of predawn this morning
with an experience
nada so grew vee -
feeling (the unstoppable) tree
men diss urge (lance
sing arm) strong
sensation to regurgitate,
which tum me,
(and ma tummy)
prima facie (pre
mud Donna Brownian
bow will Movement)
processing) ranks as
the moost unpleasant –
basic bodily condition,
(hence disqualifying this former
anorexic tib bee ya
bulimic), which nauseous repulsion
to stomach tomb muss elf
(yea - pertaining to
yours truly: Ma
Thee You Scott) a tinny
brass, heartless, and
dis straw hit cow
word lee lion
dew wing ever re:
thing in my "FAKE" NON GMO
gluten, lactose (i.e.
dairy substitute), and
monosodiumglutimate free,
wand door full
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able superman, (and now fee
bull powerless reign jars
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did immediately whee
kin n ding excess see
ville lee more, dee
pull lore rib hill
den das bloviation
spattering, Obi
Wan Kenobi, Casanova,
(Don Quixote) key
ping figurative lid, prithee
a boot mine gag reflex
within very limited nee
zero printed edition on reek
quest not to
publish very disagree
hubble reader's un
digest tib bill
(authored by this atheistic
secular humanist gib
brush gabbling, (sans
reincarnated doubting Thomas pre
lapse Aryan) Unitarian scree
ming cowabunga herbivorous
droning baby bee
nix nox zippity doo dada
lix lox nicks nox hip pea.
Categories:
herbivorous, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
A nature food chain
Linkng the carnivorous and the herbivorous
May be simple
And so an economic food chain within man
The rich and the poor
The poor works hard for the rich with low wage
But when the rich dumps the rubbish
The poor can collect it and sell for some money
Garbage in a disposable bag
May be useless to the rich
But a treasure to the poor
A nature food chain can be complex
too
The same for man's during the rise in prices
The seller only raises the prices to get the same profits
But the buyer pays the extra expenditures
Without someone sharing the burden
The chain goes on and on
And the rich becomes richer
And the poor remains poorer
Categories:
herbivorous, abuse, food, poverty, work,
Form:
Free verse
Paleontologists collect
a lower jaw,
a skull
and ribs,
cleaving belly
of the Sahara Desert.
They provide the fossils
with flesh of fantasy.
This is
an artificial rebirth.
*Mansourasaurus was
not ferocious
like a fanatic
or a rapist.
It lived
with herbivorous mind
and showed
‘Might is not to fight.’
With a natural armor
of bony plates
in skin,
it traversed
the war-free world.
Mother never squirmed
under its feet.
The remains remain
with wisdom.
*Mansourasaurus – a giant dinosaur lived in the Sahara Desert
First published in The Literary Hatchet
Categories:
herbivorous, animal,
Form:
Free verse
Humans are now slaves of Dreadful weapons
Making, checking, developing are their funs
By them weapons are normally used in
Damaging, destroying, killing, finishing
Weapons cost lives, properties and all
Races, species, civilizations we can call,
Beside piles of weapons graze some people
Just those of herbivorous animals or cattle
Some enjoy luxurious staffs and food
Some are fed back of cursed gun shoot
Some enjoy rhythmic sounds full of art
Some are tired with ugly haunts loud bark,
Humans attempt to cover light with dark
Using weapons so they regularly bark
Barbarous civilizations sometimes hark
Them to make time machine to go back
To learn naked, barbarous civilizations
But to roam in wilderness with modern guns,
Some ugly brains discover the foolish riddle
The others are sweated to answer but fully fail.
Categories:
herbivorous, abuse, conflict,
Form:
Rhyme