Best Telepath Poems
In the blink of an eye the time passes so fast it flies by
Define time
Lives a ***** then you die
Eye of the storm watches over my lifestyles fate
In dire straight bathing as the holy water washes over my tired face
I sate thirst
I taste black words emerge that I wanna say
and they say I'm shot away
First and second take pressing play checking the record again
Third I gotta change
Forth, fifth, sixth day Armageddon
Getting too close to the edges better slow down ya fast progression of mad acts of mankind's expansion of minds
Enhanced heights
Drawing a line's unintelligible in the advancement of time
At the end of our time do we start again?
Running the marathon man labyrinth
Passionate
Partaking in challenges
Participant champion triumphs
No standing on iron shoulders of arrogant giants
I'm the desert rat blazing a trail in my chariot of fire
Call me Pisces Iscariot sia-mese dream
Twin town hide and seek
Me, myself and I feature split minds spitefully
My real self hides inside myself and screams blue murder
From the tomb where my wounds tumor
Terminal doom soon turns gloomier
Duma key frenzied telepath terror streak
reeks havoc and brings sheer panic to every street
Splashing ink on a blank canvas
Painting the future with an exact accurate dooms day
In fact grab a seat at the master piece gallery of art of new fate
As a new day dawns ya fates drawn
Ya destiny's death till then you'll work just to pay for it
I'm sleep walking with one foot in my grave scourging in flames and the pains more moreish than this draw that I crave
Mad thoughts on my brain scattered funny
I'm that ex druggy heard talking to my sex life in a language I actually haven't studied
Which way is up cus this ascension gets me spinning out twisting figure eights into eyes of the thickest clouds
Brainstorm demon outcast from our modern lands
Phantom of the opera mask
Shock horror comic graph-ic novel
Zombie slash monster mash
Rapid action packed chapters
This mad dog's rabid
Scattering the ashes and rise a hundred phoenix
Evoke the cross ghosts demons and summon the spirits of lost souls
I'm like a poltergeist with a cross bow with poisonous bolts
I'll possess any joyous host
Annoy me I'll destroy every toy ya own
I enjoy walking through this void alone
Categories:
telepath, hip hop, how i
Form:
Rhyme
Ignored by many you are Aipom,
Your talent I did see,
Your ability to replicate protects my team and poison you may inflict,
Pass the torch to my beautiful bug, let her perform her dance,
Her speed shall she also increase and guard our team as well,
The torch moves yet again to you my dragon,
Your power is matchless,
If by luck you are removed,
My champ shall then arise to build himself to remove all foes,
Beware of the telepath that follows,
For his mind knows no end,
Finally, my almost immobile giant which packs power in both mind and wave.
Categories:
telepath, child, childhood, games,
Form:
Epic
A train that’s ridden from birth to death
Picking up passengers along the way
Some people there as short as a breath
Others that are there almost every day
I watch as some people keep their distance
Tending to their personal needs
Attempts to connect, met with resistance
And so without them life proceeds
Family and friends add comfort to the ride
Sharing the adventure for a while
Friends depart, from the group they divide
Some with regret, others hostile
Passing from one train to another
Changing their chosen path
Taking the memories with each other
Connecting as though a telepath
Family leaves like they've been derailed
Their journey ends at their final stop
Their purpose is now completely unveiled
Remembered with every tear drop
The train picks up speed as time passes
Hurriedly approaching the destination
Achievement and loss slowly amasses
Working to live through compensation
It reaches the end, the train clears out
All your loose ends are tied up
Now the unknown fills you with doubt
As the end of the line creeps up
Categories:
telepath, family, journey, life, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
Tonight, save me and wife and child from thee
Haunted horror our home assumes to be
Enchanted with evils, souls hell has freed
Oh God, thy neck is tired and hard to hold
Tyra...my wife, and child walk old of cold
Hath they, the dark; homeless, grotesque and bold
Entered at ease our evenings to ahold
Reaping our grand estate as ghosts paroled!
Vanish thy presence, hither not, visitor
Ill souls, why bring forth this inquisitor?
She speaks to me a low and lurring breath
I notice now the fog below my breath...
To be or not to be, I question death!
Oh God, must I travel her telepath?
Reciting how death of sick wife and child
Seduced a rope that my neck so beguiled
Categories:
telepath, death, wife, child, me,
Form:
Acrostic
Innocent eyes and her petite form
Me promising her you will be mine
Ignored she did doesn't speak so..
Challenge you wanna speak to me
Then Rui.. do so with your tongue
Sally in a future date you will be mine
Salama doesn't speak telepathanesee
..In your hands is where i wanna be..
Eyes bland says sally doesn't telepath
Sally do so love me i know it so so so
Hookups at pears of Pilates beach
Sally all jolly twerks and smiles
eyes light up Salma waltez to me
Thanks dia i have waited for long
pledges lets make over fine drinks
Salma a creature now reborn in darkness
Shy smile disappears she dances so so..
I envision paradise she doesn't mind me
..Watch dia.. so yo do speak telepatho...
Am hungry dia buy me a sausageee now
Salma lead i will love to.. i will follow
Vultures keep circling my faint limbs
Tears of heart why love do me so hurt
Sally carrying a huge burden evading I
Salma love is begotten of God my love
It never asks why or when
It demand now and here
It embraces fast and quick
It rejuvenates a tired soul
It is best gift in time love
Sally they strike me.. ouch
Sally they wanna lynch I...
Sally embrace me cover me..
Let them not see my sword..
Let them not see the anger...
Seething bubbling inside..
Let them perceive not Salma
That the dawn of judgement
Knocks on the door relentlessly
Categories:
telepath, addiction, analogy, appreciation, introspection,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Septuplets locked beyond this time
Species quarantined to protect
Secrets known still too sublime
Strategic keys must not connect
Siblings telepath to earth's past
Strive for peace or ALL will not last
Sisters serve to redress their crime.
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Written 15 June 2018 for Pleiades Contest
Sponsor Joseph May
Categories:
telepath, mystery,
Form:
Verse
Hot like chocolate lave cake right out of the oven
Beautiful like the mesmerising sight of the sunset meeting the sunrise
Tender like a bird building a nest to protect her baby eggs against bad weather
Sweet like your favourite dessert that’s worth dying for
Artsy like a modern-day blend of Ansel Adams and Shakespeare
Bold like the reincarnation of 007 with Wonderwoman’s superpowers
Brave like a soldier fighting his arch rivals, defying all odds
Resilient like a warrior, not giving up even with more wounds than blood in his body
Intuitive like a striking fusion of an empath and telepath using her gift to perfection
She’s more special than she’ll ever realise
And for the eyes who see through her heart
You’ll see she’s a trophy worth even more than a Nobel Prize
Categories:
telepath, appreciation, art, beautiful, care,
Form:
Free verse
I wake up startled, knowing I'm not alone; unseen spirit is here.
Sophie Helen is asleep next to me. and she simply does not care.
I explain to Sophie we are getting up, and she buries her head in.
I knew better to give her a blanket, but this is now and that was then.
I stumble to the bathroom and hear a familiar laugh, my Dad.
"I brought you a unique present," I telepath to him. "Stay right there!"
I return to a different sound, a neonate's baby cry and whimpering little bawl. "Hush, I say," you little doll."
Not realizing I am getting a magical peek at a future grand-girl who will be so beautiful and tall.
I wonder if she is the same child who yelled "Grandma I'm coming,
please let me choose my own colors, okay?" when I was embroidering squares for a cute baby quilt of love.
Yes, knowing without knowing how I know, is a great thing, and my dear ones, she was my third grand-girl, who picked out her own embroidery thread colors from her heavenly room way above.
The baby quilt is beautiful - created out of joy and pure love times seven.
Anyone who can see a new brand new baby and not feel this pure joy,
are nowhere near ready to get into heaven.
Categories:
telepath, baby, family, feelings, i
Form:
Rhyme
Telepathic Confusion
It was a tense and passionate gaze.
It locked me in a captivating trance, drawing me in with its irresistible energy.
How could I feel the energy from over here?
Despite my initial hesitance, I found myself unable to resist the pull.
I'm shy but wide-eyed.
It got me wondering why.
Why would I suddenly feel such a pull?
It was as if my mature and composed exterior had melted away, leaving a sense of curiosity and vulnerability I hadn't felt in years.
My mind said don't be another fool.
Besides, this must be a silly phase.
I'm too old and mature.
I can't think of childish fantasies.
I would tell myself that it is impossible to feel such taboo things.
It is impossible to feel such things as accurate.
I can't even say it.
My Tongue twisted.
Even my mind tells me not to do it.
My feelings were intense; it never even made much sense.
The heart has a communication telepath.
The heart's invisible dimension leads straight to your path.
The sensation was inexplicable yet undeniably real. My heart and mind were engaged in a silent telepathic conversation, leading me down a path I never expected to explore.
I had to question if I was a true manic.
Oh wait, I'm not manic.
As much as I tried to rationalize and dismiss it, the undeniable chemistry lingered, leaving me exposed and uncertain.
I'm in a panic.
I can't believe it.
It's really happening.
It's an unrequited, weird, and daunting chemistry.
Of all the people, I'm feeling relatively weak as a dead tree.
It still has piqued my curiosity.
Despite my reservations, I knew I had to confront these unfamiliar and intense emotions with audacity and curiosity rather than. Shying away from them or pretending they didn't exist.
I'll reach out and truly see.
It was time to acknowledge and embrace this uncharted emotional territory.
I'm a fool, and I'm lying.
I could never have such audacity.
I'm timid, and I'll revoke.
I'll turn these feelings from warm to cold.
I'll act like I still don't know at all.
I'll block it out.
Chuck it up.
These are the feelings thrown at me that elevated how I viewed love.
These are the words that inspired me to put everything on pause.
Categories:
telepath, conflict, confusion, love,
Form:
Free verse
Emily urges me forward, to look at my most innocent self
She is all about romance, yearning for more of it.
I am not sure if she ever experienced it in real life,
however, her words are true and I understand her need.
We sit in silence, contemplating my next poem
I do not write flowery stuff, I telepath to her.
I hear a tiny bit of laughter.
Are you really Emily? I ask or is this Sylvia?
My poems have been really dark lately.
I sense they are both here.
Fighting over me.
Coleridge is trying to shout them both down.
He wants me to pay attention, so I can write like he does.
I scoff at this idiocy.
The pressure puts me into a prone mood.
I lie down, and let my eyes gently flutter shut,
relaxing in the midst of my muses' argument for my soul.
Knowing Trixie will be along shortly to kick them all out.
Categories:
telepath, humor, humorous, muse,
Form:
Free verse
My dog ears picked up the radar and sonar before I realize
Anything was amiss in November’s blatantly foggy furious sky.
I turn to the east and see the big dipper, or maybe the small one.
Constellations fit enthusiastically into my world of fun.
Is that a falling star, a jet stream or a spaceship with a light?
I stand silently waiting for whoever to feel all right.
It is a curious day, and the tail is ever so bright.
I stand listening, learning all I can on this glorious night.
The cocker spaniel dog has joined me now, which alarms me not a whit.
If the cat comes over, I will feel no doubt differently about it.
The cat is psychic, a mystical, magical creature, more than a bit.
Uh-oh, here he is now, telepath-ing with this crazy spaceship.
Categories:
telepath, cat,
Form:
Rhyme
In the depths of the cosmos, a river flows,
a conduit, and vessel of prose, posing as
condensation of Ethos.
Moonbeams dance upon your ethereal ride.
A portal to mystical realms, of open-tide, alche-mist penetrate propellant in seam,
I see your cream of pride.
An incubus of mindful thoughts takes flight,
third eye wind,
let's thought linger to frequency, in pseudo celestial chambers you jump in.
Transcendental trans-human-deitism
quiver manifest plus arrow translate table digest.
Within your river of alchemy and dreams,
imbibed sleep, in glitter pomp
and deceitfullnesting-deposit ory,
whispering secrets in caustic,
cosmic seep.
Calls to mind, attache mirror reflecting, redirect of e theory_els
Quantum Leaps.
Evol of feelings, paint of elixir Alien Elemental,
stirring in chamber, chalice solvent silvery poison ale.
Your fluid tongue drips from beneath
damnation's skies.
For illuminating half truths
Into each glistening lie.
Your telepath
In Touch of Fairy Magic,
a malicious quickening dye.
O liquid stardust muse of musings,
Incubus's seed
of mindfulness,
filled with blasphemous possibilities,
is what you pretend not to be.
But a revealer of secrets, reveler in revelations
and aid to humanity.
O condense of moonbeam,
portal pool of dream scape residue.
Inn of collaboration of Morpheus and Hermes and Hephaestus's accomplice accomplished
's ethereal machine dew, of ai.tear.
Metal voiced whispers aloft carry your gear,
your secret keeps of lingering entrail
of residues areared.
Portal to realms, connecting conduits, material face uncovered of Hades- Siren's veil of silvery blue,
mini Wilky Way Tycoon, moonlighting
as a Science Toon.
Remember, you were de commissioned, rebuked at the second Council of Chyren's Dunes.
Categories:
telepath, art,
Form:
Rhyme
He visited Simon's mother-in-law, who had a fever.
Did he do so because she was kin of his disciple?
The elderly needed care. He knew this as a healer.
Wasn't their psyche more than their physique what made them ill?
A lesion in reason and logic rots the mind, like rust.
Depression, delirium, dementia, and rifts in moods
Loss of autonomy, grief, loneliness, and lack of trust
Optimism fades like a waning moon, and pessimism broods.
He knew these puddled muddles. Was he a psychoanalyst?
How was he able to read each mind like a telepath?
Wasn't he, for-bye, a universal philanthropist?
Was he not the zenith of extraterrestrial math?
Innocence, like crystal clear streams, flooded from his person.
Wasn't he, after all, the Almighty God's precious son?
Categories:
telepath, jesus,
Form:
Sonnet
Am I incredible enough?
She smiled at her self-reflection
How incredible am I? Sun wondered
Moon laughed, being a telepath
Get on your way, she thought
And he laughed more loudly
Sun tried to zap a sunbeam far enough to zing him
But of course, she was not able to
How much does Earth appreciate me? She wondered
The farmers began coming out of their houses
Racing toward barns that should have been red but weren’t.
Sun warmed all the dew up, dissolving it.
She gave her Vitamin D to the humans and the animals
Her silence and warmth gave them a feeling of well-being
Am I incredible enough? She wondered.
She smiled at her self-reflection
Categories:
telepath, self,
Form:
Free verse
No time for one reading her mind,
As she's always speaking for her kind.
Categories:
telepath, courage,
Form:
Crystalline