Telepathy Poems - Poems about Telepathy

My ears are sealed, forever bound by quiet/ A world of stillness, no sound can riot/ Yet my mind pulses, alive and aware/ With whispers and images you unknowingly share/ Every thought, unspoken and raw/ Every dream, every flaw/ They flow to me, a bittersweet stream/ Of joys, of sorrows, of hope, of esteem/ Your words, unuttered, cut me deep/ Your judgements linger, wounds...

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I walk a solitary path, a reclusive soul/ Lonely whispers echo where shadows console/ Nobody speaks, nobody sees/ I'm lost in their world, like a silent breeze/ In public, I vanish, an invisible man/ An outcast, a shadow in their grander plans/ Yet within me burns a heart so true/ A Romeo's passion, longing for breakthrough/ I may be deaf, but I hear...

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When I have filled your brain to orgasmic capacity The music fades the worries, of another day Softly, let me slip back into the depths of your mind We slowly flow to the rhythm of the beat To hauntingly linger for an eternity When I'm four hundred, thought years from your mind The feelings we have, will meet someday, until then A...

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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...

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Have you lost your telepathy? How will we speak? Say what you want to say to me... I hear you and I'm listening. Say it subconsciously, Eye contact, gimme the green light. Johnny gonna see why I'm a legend. I'm so sapio, though So I need you to tap into that telepathy. Well, I need nothing, but I want it. I love how you look Attractive...

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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...

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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....

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(Written for Jim Eslinger ) DEVOTION POEM 5, “Unspoken” ***** (for Jim Eslinger) Young and new to each other, There was always too much to say. Glancing around in restaurants, we’d notice What so many friends remarked on when seeing Those older couples staring at their water goblets Or their fingers and...

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DEVOTION POEM 5, “Unspoken” ***** (for Jim Eslinger) Young and new to each other, There was always too much to say. Glancing around in restaurants, we’d notice What so many friends remarked on when seeing Those older couples staring at their water goblets Or their fingers and never conversing — Not a...

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Pet Poem, GiGi With quite a large grasp of human’s language, Gigi is “little girl,” our princess. She likes that. The smartest pup we ever had; brought home As a rescue, found — they told us — wandering over Open eastern Kentucky hills. Lost from somewhere. — Perhaps intuitively seeking her destiny — Until out...

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Barkley He was barely nine weeks old When Jim set him down inside the front door And he came in, not timidly To this new home with all its long-established Smells, but he strut forward As if he owned the place. And, so, When it came to choosing his name, we Decided to call this cocker-with-an-attitude Barkley after Charles Barkley Who ran onto courts...

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All she has to do is live her truth Clairaudient certainly for she sees spirits. She also has clairvoyance, clairsentience, claircognizance, Her family is discouraging, disappointed, angry. First they try to convince her that what she sees is not there. That her feelings are wrong. Telling her that her “knowing without knowing how she knows” is an infraction against...

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Sound so softly yet audible enough to hear The spectrum of words echoing between each ear The voice gone unheard yet heard perfectly clear ...

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T earing at the seams to scratch its way inside E mpty hollow being with the lonliness that I hide L istening without seeing, tortured in all of thought E very single thing is...

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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....

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