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Love Poems About Dinosaur or Dinosaur Love Poems
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: funny,

Andreasnackosaur

Since Andreasnackosaur ate more than double the food of its weight, it had stored so much fat that it kept warm when that Ice Age hit. To die last was its fate! (haiku) forlorn in its cave Andreasnackosaur finds only popsicles By Andrea Dietrich * I feel compelled to add: I am NOT this dinosaur. hahaha. I love food, but I am a good dino who watches her calories and works out. IF, however, I were to be a dinosaur, I would indeed be the snackosaur variety!! PD's Contest DINOSAUR-QUEST (1 limerick) (1 haiku)


by Steven Kopko |
Categories: animal, beautiful, imagination, inspirational love, miracle, spiritual, uplifting,

A Unicorn

Beauty in its essence
A silhouette in the midst
Stands a magical beast
Whose horn points to the east
Its wonderful radiant heart
Filled with the purest of mythical art
In a landscape so beautiful
Plentiful to say the least
Color so soft
Like the delicate silver sea
The gentle soul can be felt in its presence 
The wonder of it all
Is its true grace
That will leave you in awe
This is not a fantasy, newborn or a dinosaur
It is the one and only 
Loving unicorn 

by Vera Duggan |
Categories: animal, baby, cat, cute love, dog, fantasy,

Dora my dinosaur

Dora was my dinosaur
I'd walk her every day
But as I walked the streets with her
All the folk would run away

Oh, she looked so very scary
With teeth real sharp and great big claws
And yet, you know, she's such a baby
And her I really do adore

How she loves to play and dance
And tricks, well they are just her style
When I play around with her
Folk come to watch us all the while

Well me, I would not be without her
She'll always be my favourite pet
Dogs or cats could not replace her
I'm so glad that her I met



Just a little poem for the kiddies.

by Rob Dadley |
Categories: children, miracle,

Mason

From the day you arrived we fell in love
Little did we know the boy you'd become
From first word to first steps
A bright future is what we expect

Riding along on your motorbike
Reading the Hairy toe a million times
You and your sister are so alike

That smile
That glint in your eye
That giggle
That Mr Grumpy face

Our little champ
Our dinosaur
Our juggernaut
The final piece of our jigsaw


by Confetti of Flesh |
Categories: journey, life, love, metaphor,

The Dinosaur

Hide,
Scorched like gauze
Moving slowely and surefooted

A path no longer blazed yet
Bridges behind still burn

An opening,
A thousand eyes turn to stare
Fruitless in its search,
Faces no longer there

Disgruntled and aged
Grown shorter in its decline

The Dinosaur walks out of the 
forest,
Onto the edge of time.


by David Smith |
Categories: age, art, beauty, birth, christmas, hope, romance,

I still write letters

Call me a dinosaur,
Call me square,
I don't care, 
Letters to write I dare.

They are something I love to share,
Even if others stare,
I don't care,
Letters to write I dare.

Reply's they come from afar,
To bring the writer near.
I do care, 
Letters to write I dare.

Thoughts on paper,
Never truer,
I do care,
And I do dare,

It's Christmas time of year,
From you I would like to  hear,
In a letter, if you dare,
While your memory is still clear.

A stamp I attach here,
On an envelope with my name yet to appear,
I know for truth you care,
So a letter to write you should dare.



by Gina Young |
Categories: loss, lost love, sad, life, life,

Search

Searching every photo.
Analyzing every word.
Looking for some reminder of the life we once had.
I know that we will never find our way back,
  and there is nothing that looks like you in the life I have now.
My wine dreams and 
  overheated prophecies are wearing thin.
And my life has become a dinosaur of love and where we lived before.
I will stay there.
I will live here.
I will not speak your name,
  when the sun goes down.

by Jim Tidd |
Categories: son,

J and C

My boys are playing, sabers aloft,
I hope that their strikes are a bit soft,
good thing its not real, no damage done,
bit of that and, they’re off on the run.

I love to watch them climb and play,
to chat with friends, catch every ray,
to cuddle in movie or have Chinese,
often I’ll do whatever they please.

Joey as dinosaur for half the game!
Chimo hangs in, not the least bit tame.
The eldest one never likes to lose,
younger one bugs him until he stews.

For me they never fail to amaze,
while they are asleep or during the days,
Chimo, a quip that comes with a smile,
Joey, a hug that holds me for a while.

by Jeanie Bennett |
Categories: emotions, inspirational, introspection, uplifting,

LOVE ALL

I love vegetables
unless they're people then that's sad
I love flowers
with their silent powers
over us
I love clouds
here then gone
imaginations of
animals in the fluffs and puffs
first a dinosaur then blink
now a dog then blink
and gone
I love people
as many shapes and sizes
and colors
just as clouds
and who doesn't love clouds


by Mark Hansen |
Categories: death, life, lost love, philosophy, sympathy,

Dinosaur Away

Minds conform daily.
No yeilding of traveling beauty,
The fine wine of reading.
Ink existance,
Fading path,
Entering dinosaur's domain.
Mega-Cinema,
DVD,
Cable television,
How does the mind live?
No reading oxygen to breathe.
Lost art,
My friend.
As for me,
Tonight,
Blank screen TV,
Into the reading.



by Irene Rozenberg |
Categories: funny love, moon,

Moon Swoon

There once was a dinosaur who lived on the moon.
He met a cute alien and started to swoon.
The dinosaur blew her a kiss
And asked "what's your name, miss?"
But little miss alien had to leave soon.

She turned around and fell into a crater,
So the dinosaur went to save her
But when he peeked into the hole,
He himself started to roll.
In here, his chances of love were greater.

Although it was dark,
He felt a romantic spark,
But alas, little miss alien was gone,
which left the dinosaur withdrawn.
"I'll never find love on the moon," he liked to remark.

by Johnette Loefgren |
Categories: hope, nostalgia, time,

still here

   

that the highway is unbroken
and the words of love unspoken
say the past was just a token
if at all .

cannot speed the broken hours
screams are muffled
by the powers
inch by inch
through acid showers
I must crawl,

like a dinosaur in winter
frozen out ,
I cannot enter
not a student nor a mentor
still I scrawl..........

my reflections on the mirror
as I see me getting clearer,
and  the future 's ever dearer,
through it all.


by Terry Hillen |
Categories: love,

Repair shop

Repair shop

Worms and dinosaur blood, toil and fuel,
Doors I’ll hold for you.
Pure, old as moonlight, the marbled
Cloister of your pleasance I’ll affirm

They will come for your museums, my love.
They will come for your big, fine Cadillacs…
choke-weed and cottonmouths infesting gardens.
So what?  A fish bait fate this birth hook?

Before thought, beyond need, freed
Because of you, because love is thicker.
Tired of tending?  Offering?  Hoping a bite?
Nectar, somewhere, prevalent as air?

Seen it?  Have you?
The world, the worm turning?
Hungry?
Eat.