Short Tittering Poems
Short Tittering Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Tittering by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Tittering by length and keyword.
cardinal
red feathered
trilling tittering tweeting
beak bird acorn oak
scampering, frolicking, chasing
brown, furry
squirrel
Laugh
Giggle, Guffaw
Chucking, Tittering, Cackling
Joy, Mirth, Cry, Chortle
Tearing, Weeping, Sobbing
Whiny, Blubber-faced
Cachinnate
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.
abrupt intrusion....
tiny leak in umbrella
christens a lover's kiss
raindrops tittering
in sync with coupled laughter...
springtime happy dance
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For PD's contest: Kissing in the Rain
picture #7...#1
The treepie was confident and cocky, walking my fence
Tottering and tittering to himself, in a bravado-like manner
He was a handsome bird, his colors painted in compartments
Yellows, blacks, whites; he looked distinguished like a penguin
They both wear a tuxedo-like feather pattern
A little tittering bird
pecking in snow? No.
A little brown leaf
stuck in snow—Shivering;
In the cold wind,
strange indeed;
the eyes seeming
to see and ears hear
silent sounds softly
streaming
in the glittering snow;
Waving shadows
of happy trees
waiting the leave
of melting memories.
Is she more magical because she is pink?
I have no idea, but it makes sense as pink stands for love.
Pink brings innocence and sincerity into the equation.
I flitter around looking for the pink faerie.
She is elusive, but I hear her tittering.
I see a garden of carnations, but do not enter it.
If she wants to show herself, she will.
Forcing faeries is never a good idea.
Energetic and enthusiastic
She is fifteen
Joy oozes out of her
He is seventeen
Set in his ways,
Glued to his chair In a subliminal fog of nothingness
Her quick wit and sudden movements
Make him feel tired and depressed
He does what he can to discourage her
She cannot be dissuaded
Her tittering laughter and positivity astounds him
He does his best to not smile.
Garden holds her breath as dragonfly magically appears. The flowers begin tittering, hoping he is coming to visit them. Her counterpart damselfly lands on a tea rose, who is feeling smug all of two seconds before they both flit off again.
her cellophane wings
the whole garden is abuzz
dragonfly visit
titters and whispers of the evening
elusive to my conscious mind
bantering and laughter
they make fun of my nightly death
Trixie is the main conspirator
I am out of body, floating
Dare each other to give me the best line ever
I hear it upon awakening
in that ending of a poem voice
best poem ever.
I leap out of bed.
Have to bathroom before it is gone.
Too late. Damned muses tittering.
Mercat was in the deepest of the deep blue sea
The eighth sea if you ask the likes of Pirate Lee
When she found a mirror that belonged to me
I am so beautiful! She said with pronounced glee.
The other maids were tittering about this kitty-she.
So brazenly boastful, said one of the cuter ones, Tee.
Why shouldn’t she be proud? Asked her cousin Zee.
After all, she is the only mercat in the deep blue sea.
Sam was the fluffiest Tom on the Parisian block
The tittering of females was found around the clock
They came into Starbucks at a quarter until eight
Giggling and gaggling, which he did not appreciate
Give it a rest, Sam thought, as he tried to read his book.
They were older ladies, giving him a “come hither look”.
He was tired of being married, he had done it six times before.
He would always amble home to Mama at a quarter to four.
I heard a little girl laugh
it was tittering and tingly
it made my heart explode all over
where was it coming from?
I walked around the Alzheimer’s unit
looking for a little girl,
finally finding her, in the body of a ninety-year-old woman
her head was thrown and she was giggling away
uninhibited, with zest and gusto
the laugh of a small child,
it delighted me, and maybe others
I tried to meet her eye, but she was in another world.
Jokester Jester balances himself on the tip of a ball.
Some of the maids in waiting whispered he would indeed fall.
He was super confident, because he had mastered this trick.
It was one of his specialties, his name was Balancing Nick.
The king was not impressed, he rolled his hazel eyes instead.
Then he said in a most severe voice “Off with his head!”
The maids in waiting were astounded. They stopped tittering now.
“I am kidding!” The king told them with annoyance. “Don’t have a cow!”