Telepath Poems | Examples


Premium Member Almighty God’s Son

He visited Simon's mother-in-law, who had a fever.
Did he do so because she was kin of his disciple?
The elderly needed care. He knew this as a healer.
Wasn't their psyche more than their physique what made them ill?

A lesion in reason and logic rots the mind, like rust.
Depression, delirium, dementia, and rifts in moods
Loss of autonomy, grief, loneliness, and lack of trust
Optimism fades like a waning moon, and pessimism broods.

He knew these puddled muddles. Was he a psychoanalyst?
How was he able to read each mind like a telepath?
Wasn't he, for-bye, a universal philanthropist?
Was he not the zenith of extraterrestrial math?

Innocence, like crystal clear streams, flooded from his person.
Wasn't he, after all, the Almighty God's precious son?

Premium Member Telepath

No time for one reading her mind,
As she's always speaking for her kind.

You're a Shining Light

Hot like chocolate lave cake right out of the oven

Beautiful like the mesmerising sight of the sunset meeting the sunrise
 
Tender like a bird building a nest to protect her baby eggs against bad weather

Sweet like your favourite dessert that’s worth dying for 

Artsy like a modern-day blend of Ansel Adams and Shakespeare

Bold like the reincarnation of 007 with Wonderwoman’s superpowers 

Brave like a soldier fighting his arch rivals, defying all odds

Resilient like a warrior, not giving up even with more wounds than blood in his body

Intuitive like a striking fusion of an empath and telepath using her gift to perfection 

She’s more special than she’ll ever realise
And for the eyes who see through her heart
You’ll see she’s a trophy worth even more than a Nobel Prize

Premium Member Am I Incredible Enough

Am I incredible enough?

She smiled at her self-reflection
How incredible am I? Sun wondered
Moon laughed, being a telepath 
Get on your way, she thought
And he laughed more loudly 

Sun tried to zap a sunbeam far enough to zing him
But of course, she was not able to
How much does Earth appreciate me? She wondered
The farmers began coming out of their houses
Racing toward barns that should have been red but weren’t.

Sun warmed all the dew up, dissolving it.
She gave her Vitamin D to the humans and the animals
Her silence and warmth gave them a feeling of well-being
Am I incredible enough? She wondered.
She smiled at her self-reflection

Premium Member Muses Argue For My Soul

Emily urges me forward, to look at my most innocent self
She is all about romance, yearning for more of it.
I am not sure if she ever experienced it in real life,
however, her words are true and I understand her need.
We sit in silence, contemplating my next poem
I do not write flowery stuff, I telepath to her.
I hear a tiny bit of laughter.
Are you really Emily? I ask or is this Sylvia?
My poems have been really dark lately.
I sense they are both here.
Fighting over me.
Coleridge is trying to shout them both down.
He wants me to pay attention, so I can write like he does.
I scoff at this idiocy.
The pressure puts me into a prone mood.
I lie down, and let my eyes gently flutter shut,
relaxing in the midst of my muses' argument for my soul. 
Knowing Trixie will be along shortly to kick them all out.

Premium Member When the Cat Arrives

My dog ears picked up the radar and sonar before I realize
Anything was amiss in November’s blatantly foggy furious sky.
I turn to the east and see the big dipper, or maybe the small one.
Constellations fit enthusiastically into my world of fun. 

Is that a falling star, a jet stream or a spaceship with a light?
I stand silently waiting for whoever to feel all right.
It is a curious day, and the tail is ever so bright.
I stand listening, learning all I can on this glorious night.

The cocker spaniel dog has joined me now, which alarms me not a whit.
If the cat comes over, I will feel no doubt differently about it.
The cat is psychic, a mystical, magical creature, more than a bit.
Uh-oh, here he is now, telepath-ing with this crazy spaceship.

Seven

Septuplets locked beyond this time
          
        Species quarantined to protect

           Secrets known still too sublime

               Strategic keys must not connect

                   
                   Siblings telepath to earth's past
                   Strive for peace or ALL will not last

                      Sisters serve to redress their crime.

                                     

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Written 15 June 2018 for Pleiades Contest
Sponsor Joseph May

Premium Member Knowing Without Knowing How You Know

I wake up startled, knowing I'm not alone; unseen spirit is here.
Sophie Helen is asleep next to me. and she simply does not care.
I explain to Sophie we are getting up, and she buries her head in.
I knew better to give her a blanket, but this is now and that was then.
I stumble to the bathroom and hear a familiar laugh, my Dad.
"I brought you a unique present," I telepath to him. "Stay right there!"
I return to a different sound, a neonate's baby cry and whimpering little bawl.   "Hush, I say," you little doll."
Not realizing I am getting a magical peek at a future grand-girl who will be so beautiful and tall.
I wonder if she is the same child who yelled "Grandma I'm coming,
please let me choose my own colors, okay?" when I was embroidering squares for a cute baby quilt of love.
Yes, knowing without knowing how I know, is a great thing, and my dear ones, she was my third grand-girl, who picked out her own embroidery thread colors from her heavenly room way above.
The baby quilt is beautiful  - created out of joy and pure love times seven.
Anyone who can see a new brand new baby and not feel this pure joy, 
are nowhere near ready to get into heaven.

Passengers On the Train

A train that’s ridden from birth to death
Picking up passengers along the way
Some people there as short as a breath
Others that are there almost every day

I watch as some people keep their distance
Tending to their personal needs
Attempts to connect, met with resistance
And so without them life proceeds

Family and friends add comfort to the ride
Sharing the adventure for a while
Friends depart, from the group they divide
Some with regret, others hostile

Passing from one train to another
Changing their chosen path
Taking the memories with each other
Connecting as though a telepath

Family leaves like they've been derailed
Their journey ends at their final stop
Their purpose is now completely unveiled
Remembered with every tear drop

The train picks up speed as time passes
Hurriedly approaching the destination
Achievement and loss slowly amasses
Working to live through compensation

It reaches the end, the train clears out
All your loose ends are tied up
Now the unknown fills you with doubt
As the end of the line creeps up

Pokemon Team

Ignored by many you are Aipom,
Your talent I did see,
Your ability to replicate protects my team and poison you may inflict,
Pass the torch to my beautiful bug, let her perform her dance,
Her speed shall she also increase and guard our team as well,
The torch moves yet again to you my dragon,
Your power is matchless,
If by luck you are removed,
My champ shall then arise to build himself to remove all foes,
Beware of the telepath that follows,
For his mind knows no end,
Finally, my almost immobile giant which packs power in both mind and wave.

The Other Visitors

Tonight, save me and wife and child from thee
Haunted horror our home assumes to be
Enchanted with evils, souls hell has freed

Oh God, thy neck is tired and hard to hold
Tyra...my wife, and child walk old of cold
Hath they, the dark; homeless, grotesque and bold
Entered at ease our evenings to ahold
Reaping our grand estate as ghosts paroled!

Vanish thy presence, hither not, visitor
Ill souls, why bring forth this inquisitor?
She speaks to me a low and lurring breath
I notice now the fog below my breath...
To be or not to be, I question death!
Oh God, must I travel her telepath?
Reciting how death of sick wife and child
Seduced a rope that my neck so beguiled

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