Short Chortle Poems
Short Chortle Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Chortle by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Chortle by length and keyword.
Moonlight hung silky sheets
From my bed...
Love quietly tiptoed to my door and
Climbed into warm chortle desire!
Cynthia
The Old man
Brown-spotted hands
Hooded eyelids
What a sight
His blue-veined dance
Delicious chortle
Touches everything
Laugh
Giggle, Guffaw
Chucking, Tittering, Cackling
Joy, Mirth, Cry, Chortle
Tearing, Weeping, Sobbing
Whiny, Blubber-faced
Cachinnate
The anti-Darwinian portal
Pass through and your soul's immortal
This fills church coffers
Without refund offers
And that's why priests seem to chortle
On a hill top, lived a man so stingy
Though wealthy, his house was very dingy
When his wife asked for money
He would chortle- 'No Honey'
Tired, fled with her lover on a pony
Now here's a question... why be normal
That's no bloody fun, rather be immoral
Being naughty and stuff
Dancing in the buff
As people around me giggle and chortle
Enter, mere mortal...
God's portal...
Thou shalt not chortle!
_________________________
A tip of the hat to Indiana Shaw
for the phrase 'God's portal.'
Thank you, my friend! ~ gw
Someday Babe,
Break through this endless death-strangled turmoil;
cage your purple, unwanted confusion and pain
peer upon the silky rose pedals into infinity
then chortle will reign !
Copyright McCuen 2008
Upon unfettered twinkled mornings
with chortle memories spawned
Lil Lonnie, was sprinkling sculptured sandcastles
with fairy dust !
Copyright McCuen 2009
Biting through strings on girlish giggles
harrowing the echo of church bells;
Overpowering with sweetness
rolling in good times that tune foretells,
Magick you always want to join in,
tragic to know it’s a small circle;
Fabric that has been stitched together,
dramatic their chorus of chortle.
Some know life is short and must end
But that fact has started a trend:
Billionaires seem sure
The wealth they procure
Binds eternal life as their friend
What buys their time line immortal?
Having a body-parts portal
But rich reliance
On crypto science
Gives us who’ll die time to chortle
Invisible knife shimmering soft
Delicious brides shimmering soft
grooms chortle love on silky slips
Stealthy sultry skin
hot and waxen
Fevered positions
nocturnal passion
Vows of night
consummated by day
Shadow dressed light
love bled away
Invisible knife shimmering soft
Delicious brides shimmering soft
Oh!
My love
Delicately whistles
Ripened in plums of wonder
Warm
Silky
Chortle
Deliciously
Tangy with desire
On fire!
Cynthia
2/25/09
I heard the magpie chortle
On a blue sky sunny day
She must be so pleased
In the Australian native way
Then smiling she looks at me
And chortles again – will she stay?
Black and white proud you see
Spreads her wings and flies away
The queen of what she sees
Do you wish it was you today?
© Paul Warren Poetry
Poetry’s blue
Like raindrops and dew
It’s sad when it’s said
Most poets are dead.
Music is blissful
To a poet it’s wistful
Has it never been cried
That an artist has lied.
A flower’s a bud
It’s soil in love
An apparatus of chortle and cheer
But has it never been said
That god must be dead
‘cause even flowers
Whittle with tears.
Form:
Giggle, chortle, chuckle, laugh,
Snicker and guffaw;
Titter, be in stitches, snort
As if you broke the law.
Cackle, beam and grin so wide
Your cheeks will start to hurt.
Set your face aglow like when
You eat the best dessert.
Keep the real world from your thoughts
And let your mind employ
Whatever tactics it may have
To conjure up some joy.
From claggy Bedders and Hornets hump,
From Cordell, Laws and Radar.
We trundle merry like a thump
To see Fab Adies sock.
In hoodie cloves and clippy breeze;
In Disco Dave we pledge.
I chortle like a tuneless wheeze
To see Bad Adie rock!
On Kunterblanche we make our name,
A pallet one and all,
Then Turb into myself again
To see Mad Adies frock.
sink full of dishes
rubbish bin overflowing
damp clothes filter through ~
chaos and stars rise
sellotaped window gives smile
Sirius does too ~
dance one step at time
upheaval rises to laugh
floral socks threadbare ~
peanut butter bread
ants eat crumbs while pen cold waits
cracked chaos chortle ~
Time is the enemy,
leaves broken dreams
scattered like dead leaves on the path behind us all.
Time is the enemy,
reaches into our souls and tears out
that which makes us whole.
Time is the enemy,
steals away our smiles
and reasons for laughter.
Time is the enemy,
I punch in the face
and chortle anyway.
Time is the enemy,
I fight day to day and win
every morning that I wake...
until.
***AMERICAN PRIDE***
Hurry hurry, dress your best!
Wear your soft velour vest!
You must be ready to go
And thank God you are an American, you know.
Let other countries laugh and chortle.
Like us, they are just mere mortals!
There is one ruler on this earth.
He laughs at our pompousness with mirth.
He has the last call, not us!
God only decides who will ride heaven's bus!
11-26-2020
Ideas come prancing but I do not have the time
They try to open me up, to swizzle around in my mind.
I intentionally ignore them, hoping they will go away.
They dance a watusi, fully intending to stay
What is it? I yell, irritated that they will not give me a break.
They chortle and chant and snicker. For goodness sakes!
Ideas are swishing and swirling, all alive in my mind.
Poetry? Art? What are they wanting? Will I find out in time?
ailing and exhausted
I cloak myself
beneath the glittering orbs
my yearning
securely clasped
one more wound in my core
vanished is all despair..
chortle or mourn
foreboding only a murmur in the wind
once wistful
I scampered baying
torment piercing my soul
I thought you mystical
and willingly followed
until treachery discarded my affection
I pray not for revenge
the infatuation was my own
I shall delight in detesting you
Do you hear the magpies chortle
As the sun rises over the hills
Do you see a koala in a gum tree
As the wind rattles the leaves
Do you feel the sun on your neck
As the summer sun reaches high
Do you see the dust across the sky
As the dry takes hold of the red earth
Do you see the kangas and emus bound
As the cool of the evening settles the earth
Do you love this land with all your heart
As one who was blessed with Australia .
© Paul Warren Poetry
Past umphle and some scatter beans
Past tickly cough we pass.
A grumble through the chorley wood
To breed a better rash.
Past arsewiffe with a whopper club
Past bramble burt and bibby.
A farple for old fortitude
To sing the Doo-Wah-Diddy!
Crave not for little Jeremy
A blister on his soresight.
Go butter up the khaki tin
And wave for Queen and kite.
Re-muse the giddy pumpkin.
A smile turned upside down,
For better bread and smutter
We chortle like a clown.
L-aughter is the best medicine,
O-bliterating the agony;
L-et it heal the broken heart,
I-ncluding the soul so empty.
T-he best medicine is chuckle, it eliminates the anguish;
O-n the thirtieth of July, woes and fret diminish.
G-reatest medicine is chortle,
A-ny trouble cannot prevail;
R-efreshing your mind,
C-reating fun far from travail.
I-n man's deep loneliness, grief makes him fade in the wind;
A-im to smile during distress, laughter is the best medicine.