Short You Tell Me Poems
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What is your idea?
What do you have in mind Lord?
Won’t you tell me?
I am listening and waiting
What do you want to say?
My biggest mistake?
you!
you!
you!
and you.
Yes all of you.
Why?
You tell me.
© Al. Juman The "said" Poet 7/7/2016
Mommy, Mommy, candy cigarettes!
look how many I have got
Then there are some other brands
Can you tell me, What is pot?
A mathematician once stated to me,
That H-2-O is water you see,
So in a sly whim
I barked back at him
Can you tell me what is K-NINE-P.
i love your smile
i love your style
your gods child
that i would do
what you tell me too
with you am so free
DO YOU LOVE ME AS I LOVE YOU
You tell me i dont talk to you,
You tell me i ignore you,
You tell me i hate you,
But what you dont know,
I try to talk to you all the time.
I try to help
You tell me to stop beating a dead horse
I tell the truth about music
I just want to be a normal child
That's my family, what's yours?
Form:
if you tell me, i'll walk on your foot prints and stop at your will, if you tell me, i'll make an excuse out of my dreams to be with you and dream together.
you tell me that i should forgive
you say i that i need to show
i need to live
please know..
i have forgiven you
but that doesn't change things,
that you do!!
You ask too much of me -
By asking nothing.
You tell me silently
Without a word - I see
That I am nothing to you -
I need to be.
Patricia Langston-Moran
I RATHER YOU TELL ME THE TRUTH
THAT I MAY DEVELOP MY GROWTH.
THEN TELL ME LIE'S THAT WOULD
KEEPING ME A SEEDED.
THE SHADES MY BE DOWN
BUT THE LIGHT SHINES THROUGH.
I'll give you a hint.
I put a sock in it.
I wondered where it went.
It came out as lint.
Won't you tell me mister
if it is a washer?
Or may I inquire
if it is a dryer.
Say this only one thing.
I just love you.
You tell me beloved,
Have you said your mind?
Do not you think that you wait for yourself.
Say this only one thing.
I just love you.
Form:
Why do you do this
Why do you care
You tell me to leave
You then tell me you still care
I'm mentally ill
I'm mentally down
Your driving me under
Your driving me to Hell
Losing grip with the world
Never felt this way
Felt such...
PAIN
Wishing everything would be okayy
Isn't easy
Wanting to be saved
Never shows
I`ll show you
If you tell me how
Form:
I didn’t think
I would feel this way.
All of my original feelings are still here.
They will always be here.
Why did you tell me to stay?
How can I forget?
I believe I’m not good enough.
if you wait,
if i can,
but if i can't
whats your plan?
if she won't
will you stay?
even though,
ill throw you away?
if i do,
but then i go,
when i come back,
will you tell me no?
something that pushes here
is a man.
the story
and take my hand
you tell me that wars
all the love
are there
to get me.
end of poem
something that pushes here
is a man from our hands
Now!
I sipped your soul
I tasted who you were
I had no idea
Why didn’t you tell me any of this?
That flowering beauty within you
You kept it hidden
From my eyes
From my heart
I only wanted to know
Form:
Words sway
have you noticed?
Life is
pretty much what you make of it
Experience
now
there's where the rainbows and butterflies dwell longside
the spit and vomit.
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it's all stuff
Drunken slurs
Vacant stares
More broken glass
Wishing this was the past
Slammed against the wall
Bloody, broken, and bruised
Dying
Bloody, broken, and bruised
Dead
Won't you tell me where the years have gone?
So I can go and find the first.
And then the rest would all be ours again,
till 42 once more comes round,
when I would make the same request.
when you tell me to modificate the insecticide
it's more likely a yell than telling, for you had enough
"oh look" never starts a phrase like this, quirkyjoe
but just to bother me, you monthly pay for it
I can name the metrics of violence:
Bullets, bombs, blood shed
Blast
After blast
Echoing in my head
You tell me I could measure love too
But I don’t know what to count
You said count the loaves of bread
If we’re in the car, and we go far,
I get to learn more about you.
Riding along, listening to songs,
You tell me.
What’s on your mind,
Who’s been unkind,
Why you don’t care,
What the future may bring.