Short Cackle Poems
Short Cackle Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Cackle by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Cackle by length and keyword.
slanting hue
sink every desire due ~
cackle at humans
Tenderly red,
I'm the lips on a bouquet of roses--
One short of a dozen,
I make the romantics weep
and the Cupids cackle.
Sway and bend in breeze,
the coruscating colors
Grin, pose, cackle and
enjoin me to capture them
through lens of my camera
Chipped nail polish on Halloween,
the witch’s giggle so obscene;
A mad cackle,
that fiery crackle;
It’s the next trend in the magazine.
tiny goblins running round
some in mothers dressing gown
witch cackle delight
was there such a night
in this hallowed little town.
Cackle grackle tee hee hee
How much more annoying can a weird laugh be?
You have not met my twin or me apparently.
Our silent twin laugh could lobotomize thee
If it is not you and it is not me
It's likely a corporate entity
It lurks beneath your families skin
A psychiatric ward within ...
Sat.Nov.20.2021
Wild whisper sounds around
White shadowing eclipse.
Wicked witches cackle
War-time flying with their
Witchcraft hysteria,
Whole magic evil spells,
Willful and bewitching.
9/22/2025
I fervently pray I shall never see
Another like the incumbent Vee Pee
I cringe hearing her cackle
Such a useless debacle
Two peas in a pod are JoJo and she
The witch’s words begin to cackle,
her jargon hard to understand.
With grace adding in the taste,
style matters most of all.
Don’t believe a thing.
Parlor effects,
that’s magick
cauldrons
bake.
Perception
while djinnis cackle
I craft poetry
in this room
with both hands tied
I compose
on white walls
with an imaginary blue pen
Copyright © Darren White
July 27, 2018
Since day one, Greta has melted my heart.
Inquiring, curious right from the start…
When we played “Let’s go see!”
she would cackle with glee,
but oh can that girl have big come-aparts!
Birds cackle overhead
in the grey mews
as wind lisps around
the dead children
held in the arms of
ancient wisened trees
Whispers jump from raindrops
while my eyes flirt with imagination
© 41 minutes ago
Rita Rudner said, “I don't plan to age gracefully
Just have face-lifts till my ears meet, collaboratively”
That made me cackle
Things started to waggle
Was seen sucking on a sucker occasionally
The witches cackle
Werewolves howling at the moon
Cauldrons full of spells
Rubber masks invade
Skeletons dancing from limbs
The graves are empty
Terrifying truths
Halloween curses exist
Mother-in-law lives
a beautiful pond
three frogs laugh cry jump cackle
life life life life life
COPYRIGHT (C) RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
Going to church on Sunday doesn't make you a Christian
Any more than standing in a garage make you a piston
This made me cackle
Like a happy jackal
Then walked into a lion's den and it made me a chicken
Jane, Jane
You're so mundane;
Your cackle, your laugh reminds me much such
As of a champagne
Your voice makes me queasy
And yet you are feisty
Though this message
May seem arcane
Happy, snappy birthday Jane
6/8/19
Mound in the wiregrass is the stage for the dancer in the hills,
who steals the arias of others, then through the valley fills,
a laugh, a whip, a cackle. Even a stolen axe's ring!
Tales of the bush are spoken when a Lyrebird does sing.
spirits scream
demons dance
hair-raising dreams
cold-sweat romance
31st of October
hyenas and jackals
graves overturned
crosses burned
lightning crackles
witches cackle
Lunch With Friends
Real friends are special
A chance to laugh and cackle.
Three years is a long time
That should be a crime.
I laughed, caught up
A nice little linkup.
All to quick, it came to an end.
Another happy moment I got to attend.
TOLERATION
Endure- suffer- bear- persist
the moons ghastly pastiness
the stars pointless dismay
the voiceless pulsation of the
sea, the cantankerous cackle
of technology tools, the
blinkered smirk of the jerk
who controls me
© Kim van Breda—24 June 2014
Hazy moon graces a midnight sky
And the stars play tag with the clouds
Life below is sleeping peacefully
Laughter breaks the silence, a cackle
Overhead, witches fly
While ghosts haunt the streets
Every year this happens
Each time brings new horrors
Nightmare creatures roam till dawn
The witch was magnificent.
A soothsayer, a prophet, a sorcerer.
We watched her from afar.
She transmogrified into a pumpkin.
We watched in amazement.
Her hat was the only clue as to her location.
Shall we touch it? My cousin asked.
He did and promptly disappeared.
I heard a loud cackle.
If I was a chicken,
I would strut and cackle and
lay you an egg,
But I am,
An imaginary cock.
If I was a dog,
I`d jump upon your lap and
lick your face,
But I am
An imaginary cock.
If I was God.
I could not be moved,
`d free you from your dock
But I am, sadly, just
An imaginary cock.