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Leira "*And he won't tell you*"

I ran to the door
Opened and pushed through
Shoving you backwards
And down the steps
Telling you to leave
Get out of here
Tears still streamed down your face
As you gently reached up and touched my cheek
The words croaked out of your dry and swollen throat
I’m sorry
You said for about the thousandth time that night
I mouthed the words I know
Before he came out yelling
With on lookers beginning to grow
The door shined with light
As his silhouette pummeled towards us
As my mother and sister were looking on concerned
You were apologizing over and over
Trying to explain
With me in-between
And him not listening
He needed to hear you
What you had to say
He had to understand
Us, everything
How you were broken and damaged from a war
I could hear him yelling over you
While you were trying to explain you never meant to
Neither of you were listening to the other
I become so frustrated
So I screamed
Out in anger, vexation
Both of you stopped
I turned to him
Looked him in the eye and said
He didn't mean to
You don’t understand
And he won’t tell you
He’s broken, Dad
Torn through
Things have happened to him
Damaged him from within
He never meant to—
I know that might not be enough for you
Because he hurt me
And you can’t bear to see that,
But it’s enough for me
I might be young and stupid to stay with him
But I know he’s going to need someone
To help him through
And you would want the same for me
I know you would
And I know you don’t understand
But I do
To me that’s all that matters
So please, try to see
Please, trust me

Part II of III
Alex "And just not tell me?"

Was it my hair?
Was it sex?
Was it my smile?
Was it that I annoy you?
Did you think badly of me?
And just not tell me?

I thought about how lucky I was.
To be right there with you.
Not anyone else,
Just you.
I thought about when you were going to kiss me.
How it would feel,
Would it be by surprise?
Just stop me midsentence,
Look me in the eyes,
Then the mouth,
Get really close,
Look me in the eyes again and,
BAM,
Perfection,
At its greatest.
Our two mouths collide,
And it’s perfection because,
The way you kiss makes it like I’m the only one.
Then it ends.
And I go right back to knowing that,
She’s there too.
That’s what I thought about when I looked at you.
What did you think about when you looked at me?

David Nelson "imperfect as I tell but more down so deep"

Mes Confessions

you never leave my mind alone
I find that to be so beautiful but dangerous
I often stare wantingly at my phone
wishing we could speak just to hear your voice

missing your touch on my soul
although you have touched it so many times
the daily thoughts we shared filled the hole
in my empty heart the sound of chimes

now we are like ships passing in the night
although the feelings remain but left unspoken
I still get jealous when I see your words requite
upon anothers thoughts it leaves me broken

there are many things about who am I
that may leave one with much more to desire
but my love for you makes my heart cry
inside of me still burns this fire

imperfect as I tell but more down so deep
there are most likely many more layers
that just haunt me at night in my sleep
on my knees my whispered prayers

yes I confess my undying love for you
how my dreams have been penned for your sight
although it seems likely you already knew
how much I miss your kiss goodnite

Gomer LePoet ....

mea culpa
forgotten "You want to tell me i'm not beautiful?"

You lied to me.

Fuck off.

You want to tell me i'm not beautiful?

You don't deserve to be here

You should be under a six foot deep hole

No coffin or casket

Just you under the dirt

Breathing in death

Have fun down there

I'm going to go watch a movie

It's about a girl who kills all liars

She comes off as the innocent type.

They never see it coming

Sound familiar?

no?

Exactly. >;)

David Nelson "tell me how far I must reach"

Demons of Desire

look at that squeeze
my god is she hot
the way she swings those hips
sets my soul on fire

I'm begging you please
give me a shot
to taste those sweet lips
Demons of Desire

check out those wheels
that gorgeous paint
the chrome shinning in the light
the way they conspire

let me see how it feels
see the ladies faint
as I cruise the strip all night
Demons of Desire

fancy place on the beach
now thats the crib
make them all jealous for sure
take me much higher

tell me how far I must reach
how to act so glib
greed and lust not for the pure
Demons of Desire  

Gomer LePoet ....

the devil made me do it.
Cody Spang "You are afraid to tell her at first,"

Since the moment you met her,
You knew she was special.
She stood out from all the others.
Different, but in a good way.
You became good friends,
Know and trust each other well.

One day, you wake up thinking of her,
And you realize you really like her.
You are afraid to tell her at first,
Afraid it would make things awkward.
But as you get to know and trust each other more,
One day, you decide to tell her how you feel.
To your suprise... she feels the same way.

But of course, as with anything good in life,
Nothing can be simple.
You are already with someone else,
and she has someone of her own as well.

You are torn between them.
You love them both.
But you know you can't be with both of them at once,That wouldn't be right.

Sometimes you think about leaving her,
And being with this new girl instead.
But you can't, you still like her.

So you decide to just wait it out.
Time solves everything in the end,
What's meant to be, will happen.

redrose777 "Please tell me you feel the same?"

I love you, Roy
I’m in love
I’m in love
I’m in love
How do I know?
Is it real?
How do I know?
How does it feel?
What is love?
How do I know?
I love you l love you I love you I love you l love you I love you I love you l love you
I fucking love you, ok?
Please tell me you feel the same?
Please?
I don’t want to love you if you don’t love me. I don’t want to get hurt.
I’ve been hurt too many times
Please don’t hurt me
I love you

Estrella Luciano "You can tell someone that they have a needle through"

You cant go around the worlds saying you are a leader and being a follower
You lead with your thoughts ideas and innovations
Not someone else's way...

Perfection does not exist, but trying to be better that who you are does exist
You can tell someone that they have a needle through their when
You have one yourself (Bible)

There are things that have to be done, so do them
There is no worst fail that the time you don't try
Figure out what needs to be done and do it before you think about a new task

Time is consuming and dedication is the support you need
You can't promise many dreams at once and then disappoint others
Think about what is more pleasing to you not to others who look at you

Love the game you play
And
Play the game you love

My teacher in 6th grade once said,
"Choose the job you love and you wont ever work a day in your life"
And that "History repeats its self"

I did not understand this until the time when i got hit by that reality!

The most important of all is to ask God for empowerment in all of these,
To achieve that goal that rests in your heart

RMP "And I can never tell which is more sarcastic"

You said we were tag team bitches
But you meant it as a compliment
And you pulled out your wallet the second I was hungry
We spent almost 12 hours in a Panera
But a movie would have been "too awkward"
I gave you gum and you said you loved me
But I made a joke and you said you hate me
And I can never tell which is more sarcastic
Pretending to date you was the best lunch of my life
But you laughed because it could never happen
And all our friends want to set us up
Even the ones who don't know how I feel
The ones who don't know I love you
Even if I can't tell if you love me

Caroline F "was searching my pockets for a story to tell my daughter on the night before Thanksg"

I was searching my pockets for a story to tell my daughter on the night before Thanksgiving when she was looking especially nineteen, shouldering the immeasurable weight of being nineteen, and I couldn’t find one with a good three-act structure, but I started to tell her about the kind of vaguely existential warm knot I always used to get in my stomach when I went home from school for Thanksgiving, and how I couldn’t decide at the time whether it was happy or sad, but now I knew that it was happy for certain, and when you think about how once things change they are not changing back it can be a little heavy, but you don’t have to think about it too often, and we had this new recipe for cranberry sauce this year and you don’t even have to get up early to watch the parade.

When I went downstairs at nine the next morning to put the turkey in the oven, she was smiling in front of the TV, sipping a cup of black coffee with her dad.

 
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