Short Telepathy Poems
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What a wink signifies is oft-mysterious
even in jest, ultra-serious
Heralding the existence of mental telepathy
potent bond of intimate weaponry
Out of the rubble,
And through trouble.
My hopes, doubles.
Weaving together,
This fair weather.
Evil dare tether.
In mental telepathy,
Feel no empathy,
With sympathy.
Form:
I no longer have any need nor want, my love cannot be bought.
I found the mesmerizing god of love my soul had once long sought.
I find through telepathy he counters every bad thought.
When I die from Anxiety
I hope Serenity,will revive my Telepathy
And together in Trepidation,
The Free-will of Temptation
Will rejoin with my Sonic Sensations
And bring forth Light,
Bright But Understanding
Drifting
on a vast ocean
emerald spangled
calling to celestial plains
of the lost citadel
where forgotten tribes
communed in radiant silence
and telepathed secrets
beyond the mortal prophesies
of sages.
I ask God to give me the faces
of the children I need to see every day
It has never failed me yet
They are almost always
the ones who never
ask for me yet
need me the
most
I am a receiver
I have no idea
if I send.
Tom turkey was running and tripped on me
His fat breast reminded me of gravy
that is kind of bad
said my weird step dad
What’s this guy have? Child telepathy?
Written 11-25-2022
Contest: Children’s Limerick
Sponsor: Eve Roper
A lovely maiden sits among the flowers
Her innocence resounding through the blossoms
She is as fresh and dewy as they are
We tiptoe around, so to not disturb
Either she is teaching them or they her
In silence, with telepathy. It is a sight.
I like to let my mind drift.
M ake believe I can shape shift.
A rise and go now to outer space.
G reet any alien by warm embrace.
I nteract by means of telepathy.
N urture good communication generally.
E nlightened return to educate humanity.
She was alone in Space
Listening to music
In between worlds
Pining for the Space Keeper
And his clones, too
She distracts me
I’m not ready for Mars
Robbing a 7/11 to get this out of my head
I’ll be in jail
You’ll be on a rocket
Telepathy lives on
Treading the waters of my mind
‘Enter at your own risk’;
Lost in what you may find
ebb and flow with my hide and show;
Part of me is now free
abandoning all the fear inside;
Too late to run undercover
healing in each and every word;
You don’t judge just understand me.
sleeping pile of skulls
rising from books long dead
tempting virgin
fluffy blanket smiles
cocooning her with protection
stardust dream angel arrives
telepathy subtle
young girl is learning
otherworld music
mystical magical moment
must be experienced
cannot be read in a book.
The telephone rings and the voice you hear
Repeats the thought in your brain:
Just synchronicity, loud and clear,
Links you on some esoteric plane.
It’s not telepathy, mind-to-mind,
But incalculably doubtful odds,
Defying coincidence, like a blind
Toss of the dice by the gambling gods.
Behind all eyes that lie
Are lips' gores trying to smile
Nevertheless, it will be filed for a while
Unlike the cry of darling Ruth
Who is just handling the truth
And afterwards not afraid of sleuth
Truly, words may paint thy mind awesome
But with thy attitude, we see them blossom
Girl, when we do not communicate with each other properly
We tend to push love away
Joy turns into darkness
Things have got to change
We need to open up to one another
There must be a form of telepathy
Or else, we will both reap the cold winds of sadness
And our souls will drown in misery
At the tavern he ordered a scotch
For the cute blonde that glanced at his crotch
If you’ve got some time
On this stool I’ll climb
and show you my new E.S.P. watch
It tells me things by telepathy
I know that you’re not wearing panties
“I am so she said
You must be misled”
But it runs an hour fast you see
their eyes
they flutter
or is it propel
either way
a subtle prelude
to a kiss out of sync
their conversation
an amalgamation
of giggles and smiles
more telepathy
between hearts
than anything else
their legs
entwined like shoestrings
on a pair of old sneakers
seem to imply
the mating ritual
of hoverflies
It is dark
The wind makes an eerie sound
I feel threatened
for no reason
I listen but there is only silence.
It is a terrific night for a murder
I look inside my heart
Where did that come from?
I look around quickly
Wondering if the trees know
Did anyone hear this weirdly unnatural thought?
Sure would be, the oak said in telepathy.
Play-rewind; rewind-play.
Something's at play, I can tell that much. Very strange!
What was that all about?
Like I've been here before, living twice at once.
Adorned, with a snapshot of a crossroad.
Memory in telepathy.
In a vantage point empathy of a particularly significant
thing.
But why it's significant? You got me.
Sure got me. Whoa
There’s something about you
Yeah, something that I can’t
Put my finger on
There’s an excitement
Like when I was a kid
And I was breaking a rule
There’s a connection
A telepathy that exists
A strong link
There’s a relaxation
Laughing and teasing
Playing, like when we were kids
There’s a friendship
Strong and true
Dependable and real
she has a clear feeling that she knows what the spirit thinks
because she is clairsentience, she has this psychic ability
she perceives emotions through a strong gut feeling
understanding spiritual messages without words
like telepathy, except it is with an entity, not a person
this is why the spirits flock to her,
because they know
that she knows
wherever
you are,
anywhere,
I will find you...
having the latitude
and the longitude,
I don't miss
attitude towards you
be...
hey to find
wherever...
China or
El Salvador...
I don't need
the place, communication,
when by telepathy,
of love, by
heart we let
guide us... so I'm going
track you and find..!
The other side of earth is a mystic place,
Where beings called Teis are the dominate race.
The other side of earth could be considered strange.
These so called Teis can do many things that we Humans consider impossable.
They can Fly,
They mastered telepathy to the point of communication with animals,
They can do a great many things,
On the other side of earth.
Form:
A vixen, a minx, a prophetess’s dream
She comes nightly to breeze me away
On faerie wings, heading toward the homeland
Always in awe, I dare not question her.
Admiring her armor and her stealth,
I hold on tightly, without sound, understanding
the ancient rules of faith, although they are never spoken
Telepathy is a marvelous yet necessary dreamland commodity.
Do you ever stop and wonder was this just meant to be
Things happen for a reason – do you agree with me?
How many times has your phone rung and you know who is making the call
It’s almost like telepathy - does this happen to us all?
Some things just can’t be explained I put it down to fate
But if you want to chase a dream grab it before it’s too late
Jan Allison
17th June 2014