Rhino Poems | Examples

Hugging a Rhino

I saw a man 
Hugging a rhino,
Why he was 
I really don’t know! 
 
I know some people  
Like to hug a tree, 
But a stuffed rhino 
In a museum, 
This surely can’t be!

rhino on roller skates

Rhinos on roller skates
Who would create them?
The skates, not the rhinos.
Better yet, who would fit their feet?
Would they come to the rollerskating store?
If they did, would they trample the other customers?
What customers? My aunt asks. No one shops anymore.
Thanks to online shopping, I fear that she might be right.
If I see a bunch of rhinos heading for the mall
I will be the first one to turn my car around and watch.
From afar, with a video camera with a long lens.
For I have never met a rhino who liked me.

Baby Rhino Bubbles Up In the Sink

Rhino baby bubbles up the sink in a flash
He is showing his goods, and he makes an incredible splash!
This is a whine sloshed out by my roommate, Leroy Flash.
Who is a bit scared of the baby; his teeth all a’gnash!

Ryley Rhino

I ride on Ryley Rhino 
as down the river we go.
He knows things I want to know.

I said, “There’s a flashy fish!
Watch it swirl and swish!”
Ryley Rhino said, “I know.”

I said, “There’s a crocodile!
Look at its smug smile.”
Ryley Rhino said, “I know.”

I said, “There’s a sneaky snake!
I wonder if its name is Jake.”
Ryley Rhino said, “I know.”

"Ryley Rhino you're so smart,
I love you with all my heart!”
Ryley Rhino said, “I know.”

Tutu For the Rhino Please

Rotund rhinoceros, short chubby legs
Gingerly walks between old ostrich eggs
She is full of sass
As she makes a pass
Please get me a rainbow tutu, she begs.

Javan Rhinos

Trophy Hunters eradicated lesser one-horned.
Traditional medicine was reasoned then killed.
The colonial era malignant apartheid seized.
Tragic wildlife ranches endangered.
Tremendous Javan Rhinos died.
Tied mud wallow was converted, the game started.
Trapped maggoting man heart wolfed.

Greedy Poaching

Rhino poachers often hunt at night
When the Rhino has poor eye sight.
These prehistoric creatures
Cannot distinguish human features.
But with a well-developed sense of smell
Fortunately they can always tell
When danger or a poacher is close,
Thanks to their sensitive nose.
Every horn that they take back,
And Rhino body that they hack,
Is yet more money in their belt,
To which no sentiment is felt.
Subsistence Poachers who randomly
Kill, fit a less important role,
Their profit cannot compare,
To syndicates with international flair!
These professionals are sourced 
From a military career,
Using weapons and tactics that
Inflict unimaginable pain and fear.
Rhinos are darted from the air,
Without hesitation or human care.
Some Rhinos are found still half alive,
And veterinary surgeons rush to help
Them survive,
But could these same people perhaps
Be involved and accept,
These horrific acts, could they in fact,
Be suspect?
Will Rhinos become extinct, 
This is a worrying fear,
Statistics do indicate that this scenario,
Is realistically near!

REPOSTING FROM A POEM 2018 WHEN I JOINED POETRY SOUP

A Day With Mama and Baby Rhino - Nursery Rhyme

Mama rhino sways slow up Indigo River.
Baby into eager stride for stride and shivers.
Waterbucks nudge tip-toe go downriver.
High grass and baby dance together
A game of play and a chance deliver.
Butterfly flutters hasten thither.
Baby-tired falls asleep standing begins to quiver.


2/13/2021

Sumatran Rhinos

Sumatran Rhinos are listed as, critically endangered
and are now classified as, “functionally extinct”
as they are only seen in zoos, for their genes to be preserved
but the death of two subspecies, makes them so distinct

Sumatran Rhinos used to live, on Borneo and Sumatra islands
and are the smallest, of the living Asian Rhinos
These Rhinos have two horns, very unique to these hinterlands
and their long hair relates them to, the ancient Woolly Rhino

Poaching of Rhino horns, are sold on the black market
for medicine and ornaments, that makes them a big target 
and the biggest markets, are in China and Vietnam
as the greed of money, is a worldwide human scam

My Rhino and His Flute

My rhino can play the flute
And is good at the maracas to boot
Alas he is quite forlorn
For his flute bangs into his horn
So now he has a saxophone to toot

Bailey, Made 8-20-18

Back in my birthplace, though it has no dazzle 
Jays still fly gracefully by its castle
By the olden hill it stands
As the mill in the hinterlands
Is turning in the wind
Like a tough rhino's skin 
Earthen fortress, tough front wall
Yield? Never! I am a barrier tall

The Average Rhino

The average rhino is not a wino
                                     ~ Neither is a dino

The Last White Rhino Died Today

The last male white rhino died today
A human folly - it just wasted away
When the pursuit of money is paramount
What we leave for the future doesn’t count

One day there won’t be any more
And there won’t be anything to implore
Then the world may see
The last human on earth will be.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Cold Rhino

As I was walking in the snow,
I chanced to meet a cold rhino.
  It began to sneeze,
  Creating quite a breeze:
Now what to do? --I dunno.

Killing a Rhino

More vast than huge, glorious and proud, 
He stands as part of the land,
Looking over his young, imperial family, 
All dignified, lofty and grand,

And he plays with his children, when they jump on his back, 
Falling around in the mud,
Careful to not crush any small legs, 
When he falls to the ground with a thud,

Then, from out of the blue, behind a baobab tree, 
Shotguns point straight toward him, 
And they blow off his legs, and he lays there awake, 
Unable to move any limb,

And he watches as his kids are murdered for nothing, 
His kids who’re young and so small,
And he watches each horn be ruthlessly cut off, 
So that they can be hung on a wall.

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