Short Chittering Poems
Short Chittering Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Chittering by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Chittering by length and keyword.
Soothed by her cool breeze
....I stood alone
...amid the chittering of the falling leaves.
• Some nights when I lie in bed
• I hear little voices chittering in my head
• Some mornings when I'm singing a song
• The voices would proceed to sing along
The tittering and chittering was going on in a whispery way
Faeries meeting once a year, showing off in the sheerest sweet way
They were conniving to make the forest the best it had ever been
Best of all, each darling tree faerie had brought her own identical twin.
Some days I want to be a star
or a diamond or a diamond back snake
or a cottonmouth or a cottonwood tree
other days I want to be a squirrel
chattering and chittering as I chase my friends
around the elm tree, over the stump, under the bridge
Today I want to be a garden hose
Possibly because it is over one hundred degrees here.
*Felon Feast Fall*
will be done
zeal tumultuously torn
felon tiers' turn
vile voluptuous verge
cuss be curse
pruning pulsing purse
faith be bait
fate, tactic trait
twain tracking trail
callous crest chittering
luminescent lust leering
spent passion puking
gollible groups growl
felon feast fall.
19:12:16:08:00
The chittering Crickets were hidden deep, ‘neath fairytale canopy of Dead Nettle & Chickweed,
There the Bee hums over their tiny forest, a dancer of Meadow’s flower,
Grace between Comfrey & Dandelion, then lost at last they dangling cling,
To the Snake’s bowed sunlit head, for the rare nectar of Fritillary’s sweetly hidden face…
by D.N. Read2024©?
Lonely upshot woodland creature free
Scratching on the limbs of a maple tree
I found squirrels chattering, leaping, jumping swings
And swinging and hiding from branch limb to limb
Chittering and chattering
Like all the surroundings mattering
Upshot busy woodland creature
Chatter, chatter, chattering features
10/18/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
I can hear
the wind making snowballs
fading leaves crisping
chattering acorn crazed squirrels
a soft rustle of chilled bird feathers
I can see
low hanging branches
offerings to short nibblers
the beginning blush of a Red Maple
the edge of the day creeping closer
I can feel
the excitement
of distant V’s
chittering sparrows at sunrise
scampering squirrels
school bus arrivals
the hints of fall
gently claiming its season
John G. Lawless
©9/30/2022
The uniform-clad
Little boy and girl
Topped with
Matching hats
Standing
Near the exit of the station
Cram school is done
For the night
Making excuses
To stay
The tree
Stays aglow
Through the night
The little boy
In the red T-shirt
Calling the
Telephone box
Mom, can I stay over?
His friends
Patiently
Chittering among themselves
Excitedly
The randoseru
On their backs
Shiny
Rainbow of leather
Gleaming of hope
In their eyes
Adoring
Joy
The old
Red telephone box