Best Teleport Poems


My Prayer

If I could
 go back a moment,
in spite the torment,
not forgetting the judgment,
 that was insultment.
 
if I could,
teleport a distance,
stop the circumstance,
without disturbance,
thou now has no importance.

if I could,
have stayed silent,
gain no talent,
but with that target,
id lather post a ballet.

if I could,
please the crowd,
gain a crown,
stand out proud
I wouldn't please God.

if I could
have stayed silent,
make people unite,
putting differences apart,
spreading peace and trust,
it's all am praying for atlast..

Premium Member Amethyst Auroras

There's a cloned avatar of the mystical moon 
for dreamers in search of a beaming wave 
amidst alienated alliterations, 
waltzing in zig-zag within my cyborg mind. 

I still find neon lights,
that teleport rhyme-less runes 
to a realm of subtracted sorrow, 
concluding splitting seconds
within divided despair.

Yet, when midnight melancholy multiplies, 
murky minutes turn into jumbled jargon. 
And Venus emanates clusters of sparkling rays,
flipping letters into endless equations 
with amethyst auroras.

So tonight, I'll dance like a flying saucer~
to the magnetic tunes of swirling sapphires, 
cosmically cruising above the cyber 
canvas of accelerated dreams.

Surfing In the Void

Are you muse listening?

Can you hear
the Cosmic mechanics
quantum singing?

The nebular orchestral oscillations
are photon vibrating

Waves upon waves
of pure starlight expanding harmoniously

Music of the Spheres
ring Galactic in my ears

As I silver surf in the Void,
seeking the golden 
event horizon
of Infinity

The Fountain of life force source
of endless
Transcendent energy

Time traveling on
waves upon waves 
after 		after
	waves                 waves
of solar winds
Speed of Thought blowing

Can you feel
the dimensional Continuum flow
ever pulsar rising?

As more prism portals of rumination
keep firmament opening

Wormholes of gravitational creativity,
through which I rainbow fall ... 
Taking the terrestrial dive
into planetary depths

A murky glow state  
of an astral emptiness fate

I stargaze await,
in my dry suit 
of beta wave vulnerability
Being inertia lulled 
to the sleep of entropy

Waiting to muse hear
the soul elevating, 
Supernova symphonic sound — 

Sub-atomic transformation trilling,
Revival currents ... 
sending me Celestial bound

I stand, once again, upon 
my kismet faithful Ascension board:
The cerebral silver movement,
that never precious elements hoard

Basking in the shimmering teleport,
which will send me
to the Universe timeless origin — 

The Paradise realm
of Eternal Bliss Permutations

Ever surf gliding 
on waves upon waves upon waves
of waves and waves and waves
of Love Never Ending


The Letter of My Love

Deep inside my peel, you sprint  along with my aerated  blood,
I'm the only man from Mars with superior gas, 
And I'm Tetsuo who has wings to teleport  you  farther  to Venus
I 'm  the only knight who uses white magic to shield you where-ever you are.
You, You lay down all my terrifying dreams  and blind my inner shadow to silver
Dove I wrap you because you're my Crown Queen.
When my Rib-cage opens, it commands me,
That, you're the only one, with my other spine, 
So no matter where you are or go,
There will always be a little piece of  you in my heart,
And forever it will be for centuries,
I ingested you with all your Pros & Cons, 
So you don't have to be perfect,
I only ask you to be there for me.
May our spirits animate eternally, 
'Cause I want you to be buried with me when I pass on to  haven,
Either way when you pass on, I would love to be buried with you, it's my wish..
She is incredible, 
A Dove always holds an incredible history
This is the Letter of my Love.

T.m.TScripts 

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Premium Member The Dragon and the Fairy

Galacticly heavenly, imagine Jupiter, kryptonite lunar moons
Sliding between celestial blue and dark moody skies
Wherein lived a Dragon who incredibly, loved snow
Fell in love with a fairy, millenniums ago!

Began courting daring Evelyn fairy gorgeous,
She was, declared his love thunderously, universe knew,
Of his eternal love for this immortal being,
Who toyed with snowflakes, flirting, but never ageing. 

Stupendously, Translucently, universally, vigilantly, willingly,
Love zoomed towards a forlorn dragon and fairy,
How and where would they find constant snow,
Obvious, teleport to Antarctica did this damsel and beau.


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Colourfication

Witnessing the extraordinary commands a special type of eye.
 A boundless saffronic type with cavernous titanium hues
 and puce, indigo, sapphires will only scratch the cornea.
You must teleport to the moon of Floria and ask the moon there
to barrow a shooting star of brilliant vermillion coated with sparkling emerald, tangerine, bistre dust apply it to the retina and
 still, even then, it's not entirely easy.
The moon must first have seashell tone ears of momentum,
 choose to listen to you, and believe that you believe that 
the unbelievable can be perceived. Good Fortune and Pleasurable Dreams!


Sheets of Love

Because of you - I'm altered
You have me singing a new tune
This is the way - you make me feel
Brightness surrounding my being
Addiction to you is my disease
One disease that will never cease
Come visit me in my dreams
Teleport your way to me
Without a second to think
In a flash - just a blink
How wonderful it would be
You - here with me 
Or me there with you
Together we will be 

It's when the night falls
My sheets wrap me with love
The pillow hugs me tight
They know how you make me feel
I am smothered by the scent of you
Feeling so loved inside - Softly
Happy tears well in my eyes
A place only you reach within me
Complete and undeniable emotion
That lays deep down healing my soul
Filling me with life and a gift so bright
The gift of you in my life
It's now that I know what love really is

The Homeless Begger

I just came face to face with a helpless, homeless woman in a wheel chair-
near the entrance to office depot, begging for food.
I, the useless lump with pockets dry could do nothing to better or prevent the unhappy end
in which I left.

I can only ever wonder, how we justify the waste of money,
How I was the only one to notice, who's heart went limp with pain and anguish-
while people past her by. Why was I the one? Why could I not(like magic) teleport-
a politician or C.E.O for them to explain to her, (to look into her eyes)-
why she can't have a home and a hot meal to eat in front of her.

If you bought a new tv, if you bought a new pc, if you wasted more then a dollar,
picture her starving face.

If you bought yourself a plane, your a greedy monster, think of her face.
If you feel nothing, you have my hate- following you and following you into your grave.

I spit in your direction, watch the saliva dribble down.
I want you to taste my hatred for your greed then bury you in the ground.

So people like that woman can have a home at last...
instead of begging for what we all should have.

Justify it please, say it to my face
my fist aching, it wants to see you misstep
it wants kiss your chin.

Justify your consumerism, your pointless economy,
your corporate fascism, justify it....
I want to hear your lies before I bust you down!

I want to carry the heads of wall street into a room full of homeless
and watch them celebrate at your demise.
For conscience of humanity has dissipated into a financial wreck that must be stopped
before all is lost.

That woman is probably still sitting outside that store;..... begging.

Memo In Chord, Moon In Accord

Penetrating the window the moonlight casts onto my desk wheyey cream of gleam

Bypassing the door ajar extends afar my reminiscence in wee wisps of waft,

Ferreting out your memo and dusting dog-eared pages before sallow lamp shaft,

I telepathize myself terrifically to wonder whether you are right in your serene dream

weaving the warp and woof of our romance that away from remontant has yet stayed.

Gazing at the ink trace set on papers into which condense and crystalize the bygones gooily gaunt, 

and missing my line of thoughts between the lines from which spill and spread nostalgic titbits that haunt, 

Could I recover the complete imagery of your sensuous sentimentality from splintery pieces frailly frayed?

Should your memo mirrors my heart, the first to fade in my sight would be your eyes glistening in tears.

Should my heart hearkens to your memo, ne'er to fade out of your ears, my sweet nothings day and night.

anxious to teleport myself before you to get an eyeful o'er you, my eyeful, a fay wanting knight,

I set out to indulge both of us into long overdue snuggles and osculations, up for which my everything gears,

Only such blue-sky scenario fails to take off, transfixed by the moonlight peeking into the memo so soon,

Where would I enshrine your solicitude of old, which seems to seep out of the lines while crooning toward the moon?

Flying

Let's b honest you know I can fly, 
I flew so many times 
and so far places. 
will be flying more too 
although not all by myself. 
I would if I could 
but you see I got no wings 
from time to time
over and again 
I had to borrow
from the mechanised bird
in the past.
About flying in future, I will tell you
when I can time travel too. 
For now I am trying to teleport 
away from you... :P (near to you ... )
-Ravi
© Ravi Kiran  Create an image from this poem.

A Beauty From Beyond

I can see different patterns
of milky-way galaxies deep
in her eyes, as she gives me
an infectious smile which can
give life back to withered flowers

She is telepathic, for she can read
the love I have for her deep in my mind

Walking she does not; she levitates a few
centimeters above the ground, without even
moving a muscle

She uses a device that can create a hologram
of whoever she is communicating with, either
in this solar system or other distant galaxies
and dimensions

She can teleport at will as long as she holds
her necklace that seem to be flaming, but not burning
her neck

Alas! Alas! Many statues of her I've seen in Egypt,
Greece and Far East, being regarded as a goddess,
I remember

.........'' a very beautiful goddess came to this Earth
with the Sun-god Ra, riding on a radiating chariot....''
are the surviving literature I see of her

Today I'm one of the lucky few to get on her chariot
and pierce through time across the deep space,
to see civilizations of those who work with psycho-kinetic
facilities and powers, they have harnessed from the center
of their respective galaxies, which acts like a natural engine

Good bye, Earth,
Good bye, fellow Earthlings....

Photons of Life

Photons of Life

For millennia they remained etched in the very essence of mother Gaia herself
For eons they`ve travelled at sub-sonic speeds within the space we call the universe
They brought light to the darkest realms, casting aside the shadows birthed in oblivion
They emanate from a large, hot stronghold at the center of the Milky Way

They summon life to its prime pinnacle and rejuvenate the one we call the man of steel
Acting like a well-run Chernobyl and Fukushima, they are our source of energy
Han Solo and Darth Vader could not tame the force within them; the empire could never own them
Radicalized and free spirited like the ideals of Che Guevara, they run rampant throughout space

As the world stood in shadows only Einstein saw them for what they really were, only Einstein saw them as particles of light
To mere mortals this spectrum of light rays is like Susan Storm….. Invisible
Moving in single jet-like streams, they teleport themselves into the land of the living
Flashing iridescently for a millisecond, reminding us of the frailties of life, here one minute gone the next

Their jurisdiction knows no bounds, travelling at warp speeds no planet is beyond their reach
The cosmic gods worship them, for without them the cosmos would be a barren wasteland of static waves
A junk yard where shooting stars and meteorites aggregate in their disorientation
Wishes made upon shooting stars would never reach the audience of the Gods

And hideous hordes of space demons would forever terrorize the furthest corners of the galaxy
Mystic beings looked towards the heavens and found streams of photons fighting hordes
Mortal beings looked towards the skies and dreamed of flying above the clouds
They shone on every planet, brought life to the bleak, and sired a new generation of demon slayers

For once Darth Vader trembled; for once Han Solo could take the God on and not perish
To grasp the meaning of my words, you`d have to be up at dawn, to see photons reclaim the skies from darkness, to see the retreating shadows
You`d need to see them banished for the ten hours that the photons rule the skies
You`d need to see these Photons Of life

Taken

Taken 
Taken by the Aliens in 1974,
White light in the trees,
for 50 miles or more,
Saucer crossed the road,
old motor car had died,
on the bloody Moonie, 
memory access is denied,
Wayne was pinned in a light beam,
there amongst the trees,
Mark was taken also,
by the Teleport  with ease,
100 shades of grey inside the saucer crypt,
we floated to out tables,
then, blackness had slipped,
after that my brain damage, slightly improved,
the fog was lifted just a bit by doctors very shrewd?
The fish and hook birthmark burnt into my left hip,
a fisher of men some silly bugger quipped,
but mind games do intrude,
Neuralgia can't have me, cos I will the pain to go,
self healing is paramount as broke back and kidney show,
any pain is zipped, cos faith in self has gripped,
when the Soul begins to glow....
Don Johnson

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pmgF4fXihAA

ps your spell checker  don't like moonie teleport or , concienciousness

Premium Member Vision

I have to be dreaming right?
For there is no freaking way that any of this is true
It has to be all just a silly little illusion
Created from someone as a cruel joke to me
Because there is a impossible feat in front of me: you
Why does it have to be you though?
Every time I attempt to grasp you in my arm
You will always suddenly vanished from sight
And then materialized further away from me
And even if I make a attempt to run to you
To get closer to you even if I can't hold you
You always teleport away even further away than before
Making running quite the obsolete task huh
You're once again forever out of my reach again
Like the last time I seen you
Only this time you are alive
Fate, you are a cruel bastard
I have to wonder though
Does this qualify as a nightmare since I can't touch you
Or is it a dream because I can see you alive and well
Unfortunately I don't know the answer to this inquire
Nor do I have the desire to
For you are here
And that all that matters
Right?

The Echoes of Afar Distinct Soul

A friend cast to the land of a distinct
Frigid base, she said...
Lonesome embraced the yearn, mum likewise
Forfeit the identity, stumbled to the pivot of stir

A missed scraped of self-consciousness
The alert of all mistaken
Failed which taken about the half year of a time
Still another year kindly to visit

Await is the other chapter of her book which filled by the tears and sweats

Those eyes desiccated
Fagged had spun for the still
Tiring had mourned upon her fool
If only the existence able to teleport or be returned

Indeed I knew
Thou heart rooted within
Seeks the pedestal of berth and backrest for a lean
Fell into a soot of mother-earth and longing for the creatures which stood upon

Once thou reborn
Morphed into the maturer form
And when the time has come
Every single cells of glory threw pride upon sun

For the down valley beneath her soul taught the life lessons
Afar from a distinct revealed the pavement of her inner soul
Nevertheless frigid base undertaken the coral of her blizzard

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