Tells Poems - Poems about Tells

Every piece of jewelry tells a story Seeing jewelry wears on it defines who you are Wearing it reflect status, class and passion Jewelry is a state of character and taste Make sure yours is a tale of elegance Elegance is the accessory that never goes out of style Jewelry is its perfect embodiment surrounding in its creation Owning...

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Apparently, I was a naughty boy At three, Disappearing in a shopping centre, Lost for what felt like hours. Legend has it, The infant siren song caught air-conditioned wind And led the search party to a curtained grotto. She tells me, there, they found My talent on display, A song and dance before a giant mirror, While curious stranger neighbours Changed their clothes. I don’t believe...

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Dust coats mementos in treasure trove In a veil that palls recall with a shroud. It dims the past with repast of neglect, That taints memories with fading, settling light. Echoes become fainter, scenes blur, The sharp clear focus softens in the listless mist As dust pervades relentless, unstoppable It quickens the quell that time tells Neglected memories to fade, be lost and...

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All the calamities are meant to quiet noisy minds asking too many questions The signs of angst & friction is an attempt to rub us the wrong way quelling what our minds have to say In these days of endings & beginnings the way forward appears to be shrouded in confusion In a blink of an eye ghosts of the past return with masks in tow as if they fell...

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My mom, she, when I was just three, Would binge operas of soaps, and she Tethered to the television, after her sail Home from Pearl Harbor, would not fail To hug and kiss our butterfly eyes and cheeks. She’d store mama’s milk in freeze for weeks. As we’d march off to church crammed in car, Mom saw her binge as a sin...

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The mirror tells 'no cop in sight', So hit the gas, slow bus up there, Stop sign swings out, red flashing light, Swerve left, dumb kid, gave her a scare … My rearview shows I'm safely past, But that brat's face, how close it came. Oh, that's behind now, get home fast … It's me who matters in life's game! But why on...

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Celine watches crime stories on TV every day a daily diet of murderers and rapists, her man says “what the hey?” She laughs at his fears she might kill him in his sleep. Go to bed, honey, she says to him. Count plenty of sheep! She has a fantastic sense of humor for she is most bright. She pays word...

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Maybe, it’s easy, Trump to trigger, Tells, this man seems his own grave digger. Now, well past the debate, With nigh but sealed his fate, That he’s a beaver far too eager. _________________________ Happenings |07.09.2024|Humour, America, political Poet’s note: The first debate was won by Trump by default. This one is lost, and Trump is dumped in a grave dug...

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Mum said, "No sex before marriage, It tarnishes the union’s carriage.” I’m in her wedding photo, What happened to her motto? Why the rain of words that discourage? September 1, 2024. ...

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When a lover's heart tells me no lies, It's an open book with crystal pages. A clear stream where truth's fish rise, Reflecting honesty through the ages. This heart, a lighthouse on trust's shore, Beams sincerity through stormy nights. A compass true, forevermore, Guiding our love to faithful heights. When a lover's heart speaks pure and clean, It's Eden's garden, unspoiled, serene....

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the wildest largest most unbelievable tale is told by Peacock dear. Rambunctious raccoon is rolling his eyes, and a finger around his ear I try to concentrate, but keep peeking back at the raccoon, who is funny. Peacock's eyesight is not good, he cannot see approaching bunny. His ears are good, so he is right. Peacock’s story is implausible...

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Alright everyone, quiet please! May I tell a tale, I have the perfect story! Well then sit....cause I'm going to.... Pull up a chair, or on the floor, that will do. I'm elderly now as things are reckoned, and I may just forget in the next second. So hurry up! Find a seat. Be quiet and...

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My body is tired tells me to rest everyday why don't I listen...

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Great Aunt Rosa knits and crochets, but lately it's gotten carried away. bigger and better she'll delightfully say, while the rest of the family is left in dismay. It's more than just a color display, her nimble fingers have gone quite astray, the biggest project is now underway, a riotous monster whose name is Sir Ray. It fills up the house, we moan...

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My heart tells that I love you, dear but my brain yells that I should fear your valentine quest leading to debt crest so let’s just celebrate sans tear.* January 27,2024 *9th place, "Pickup lines for Valentines Day" Limerick Poetry Writing Premiere Contest; Sponsored by Suzette Richards; judged on 1/29/2024 My divine...

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