Tell Poems - Poems about Tell

...There is too much at stake to be depressed. So tonight, I am having happy thoughts. My family. My family will be there in the morning to greet me. With smiles, and breakfast, and smal......Read More

... I’m from Kansas. My name is Dorothy Gale. I could weave for you a fantastic tale about farmhands, a twister, and a floating abode; flying monkeys, little people, and a yellow brick road; a wiza......Read More

...silent cameras tell community stories… trained observers ......Read More

...His eyes were wild with angry He roughly shoved her out of the vehicle I froze, terrified Her life was in danger Or was it my life in danger Our lives where in danger She was begging for m......Read More

...Your eyes tell me it’s time traces of our love still survive. Your face takes root in transience my mind contemplates a spiritless escape. Your curvaceous profile sustains my yearnings ......Read More

...I wrote a few beautiful poems for the happy birds, For the women that I love, for the embroidered skirts, For the smile of the flowers, for the sensuous shirts, For the autumn leaves, for the ange......Read More

...With her demise, you gravely mourn, as if your heart was gravely torn. But, don't you think she is lucky? From her cross, she's finally free. You pass all time deeply mourning from dawn un......Read More

......So he walked out, stuck out his hand, said, “Ma’am, I think I can help you, I’m a Hollywood talent scout, and you’re girl has potential, it’s true. “You may not know me from Adam, but I thi......Read More

...I walked the shape of a square Inside of a circle. I brought shrimp to a lobster fest. This morning I woke up With someone else's nose. My niece is stuck in an elevator With no shoes or sox. ......Read More

...The outty and the inny Fleshy repeated stabbings Produce a ninny To be tossed to the fray And taught their worth for the day Is to obey What we say Of how, when, and why to play Its your mo......Read More

...I seldom take a book with me more reading entertainment watching others turn their pages, body-language a literary giveaway the positioning of their heads how torsos are tilted right or left......Read More

...who is the voice when one is born who nurtures choice when love is sworn and on life's quest when others interfere on your pathway will you rest which is the way to steer the others polar......Read More

... The Image comic’s antihero Spawn, born Albert Simmons, devil worshippers' son, becomes a high-ranking official in the CIA, and turns into a capable and ruthless assassin. To burn him to death......Read More

...Cunning like foxes,greedy as hyenas,they looked at me; With widened eyes and wet lips,ready to grab me,like an angry lioness; And tear me like a beast and swallow me like the shark that swallowed ......Read More

...My father worked the land with Both horse and tractor plough. That family way of life is past, We are all city dwellers now. My father and mother dead My brother followed them on I’m the last ......Read More