"telltales" poems - Hello Poetry

Behind a person's success is a sacrifice; Would you love to know the tale behind? Actors and actresses preparing their act, But behind the curtains there's a hidden fact. Heels and shoes are filled with shards of glass; Behind dress and tuxedo's there's a hidden blast — Withal on the lights, they genuinely smile. Let's move on and see the richest person alive: They lurk abaft the gallanting suits and tie; No day their feet cannot step on bars of silvers and gold, Constantly crediting the humanity's sliver of hope — Supported by government for the economy's growth. Do you know someone born to be Einstein's child? —A person whose thought process is unbelievably wide, “What are emotions?” They frequently asked; “Are those things related to a logical fact?” Feelings are hindrance towards a brighter side. We all know the people whom we proclaimed as leaders— Behind the tall, wide walls they silently titters: “Citizens are corrupted with money and blind rights; This nation will never survive in a war nor in childish fights.” Some politicians bought their roles, drinking leisure on their seats. And there's someone like me— a bit higher, on the top— Words are magical, making an astonishing plot; Thy pen bleeds thread, weaving a wondrous craft— Who knows they withhold theirs and other people's life art, They'll keep going as long as the threadmill continues to spin. Their tales are narrated a bit later, a bit little; But that was a telltale with lots of missing details, Are you willing to share the secrets found in the middle?

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Dec 21, 2020

Dec 21, 2020 at 5:41 PM UTC

dblkng

Telltales

Behind a person's success is a sacrifice; Would you love to know the tale behind? Actors and actresses preparing their act, But behind the curtains there's a hidden fact. Heels and shoes are filled with shards of glass; Behind dress and tuxedo's there's a hidden blast — Withal on the lights, they genuinely smile. Let's move on and see the richest person alive: They lurk abaft the gallanting suits and tie; No day their feet cannot step on bars of silvers and gold, Constantly crediting the humanity's sliver of hope — Supported by government for the economy's growth. Do you know someone born to be Einstein's child? —A person whose thought process is unbelievably wide, “What are emotions?” They frequently asked; “Are those things related to a logical fact?” Feelings are hindrance towards a brighter side. We all know the people whom we proclaimed as leaders— Behind the tall, wide walls they silently titters: “Citizens are corrupted with money and blind rights; This nation will never survive in a war nor in childish fights.” Some politicians bought their roles, drinking leisure on their seats. And there's someone like me— a bit higher, on the top— Words are magical, making an astonishing plot; Thy pen bleeds thread, weaving a wondrous craft— Who knows they withhold theirs and other people's life art, They'll keep going as long as the threadmill continues to spin. Their tales are narrated a bit later, a bit little; But that was a telltale with lots of missing details, Are you willing to share the secrets found in the middle?

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Part I My body never prepared to run out of air celebrate it? I said Send. I said it again and again. Send. the world's loneliest flipping machine withering from your obtusity. I'm sclerotic. Yes, yes that's it. I want to stir you strike you into soup. I'll observe the dictionary, every word will flow from me to you. Flip, flip off the diver's board, Blank and Blank by the shore Color it in, out, up, down I'm sclerotic. Remember this, need this counting people all in pairs: I saw everything through sixteen vision, bleary, misted with vanilla yous. Soft skinned, little girls, hot and milds between their teeth I don't hunt but I could. Autumnal again and I'm just repetition speaking of repressed rage. Let us analyze the handwriting of every colleague, drop out, ghost buster, Coffee house inspired. I'm sclerotic. I'm walking through the forest and you're not there. Part II I write because I'll die I die, I die, I diee. It's been too long since I went swinging Missing my pour of moon to the tip top of my new ceramic mugs. It's all up for traps the reindeer, the telltales, the chlorine. Hyperextended among the cruel cats, where are the cool cats? REVERSE back to nail polish I got manicures as a little girl Staring at my hair now every shaved bit on my leg is its own waterfall. Hah. I cry for my beauty I was told I was wrong with highlighters, colored ads, illuminated in the eyes of old dogs. Take a gulp, I did and I walked for every moment I regretted. I walked. Childish foolish acts, crimeful commitments. I said Send. Send. She said you might not like me but to never fret you love me. I'm walking in a tunnel (Where's the light?) and you're not there. Part III This is the beginning of a low-budget film, black and white this part is when the audience yells "Someone fall in love already!" I think there is something truly remarkable about me (and you) and the boy who cried wolf and probably other people too I don't want my words to dissipate or fall into space disappear in the inners of the web. I want them to creep in through the crevices speak to the many as they walk and see and notice. I find a strange comfort in swinging at night in an empty park and a intriguing mystery the first time someone sighs my name. I'm swinging in the park and you're not there.

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Jan 8, 2013

Jan 8, 2013 at 12:13 AM UTC

isabella-obrien

14 November 2012

Part I My body never prepared to run out of air celebrate it? I said Send. I said it again and again. Send. the world's loneliest flipping machine withering from your obtusity. I'm sclerotic. Yes, yes that's it. I want to stir you strike you into soup. I'll observe the dictionary, every word will flow from me to you. Flip, flip off the diver's board, Blank and Blank by the shore Color it in, out, up, down I'm sclerotic. Remember this, need this counting people all in pairs: I saw everything through sixteen vision, bleary, misted with vanilla yous. Soft skinned, little girls, hot and milds between their teeth I don't hunt but I could. Autumnal again and I'm just repetition speaking of repressed rage. Let us analyze the handwriting of every colleague, drop out, ghost buster, Coffee house inspired. I'm sclerotic. I'm walking through the forest and you're not there. Part II I write because I'll die I die, I die, I diee. It's been too long since I went swinging Missing my pour of moon to the tip top of my new ceramic mugs. It's all up for traps the reindeer, the telltales, the chlorine. Hyperextended among the cruel cats, where are the cool cats? REVERSE back to nail polish I got manicures as a little girl Staring at my hair now every shaved bit on my leg is its own waterfall. Hah. I cry for my beauty I was told I was wrong with highlighters, colored ads, illuminated in the eyes of old dogs. Take a gulp, I did and I walked for every moment I regretted. I walked. Childish foolish acts, crimeful commitments. I said Send. Send. She said you might not like me but to never fret you love me. I'm walking in a tunnel (Where's the light?) and you're not there. Part III This is the beginning of a low-budget film, black and white this part is when the audience yells "Someone fall in love already!" I think there is something truly remarkable about me (and you) and the boy who cried wolf and probably other people too I don't want my words to dissipate or fall into space disappear in the inners of the web. I want them to creep in through the crevices speak to the many as they walk and see and notice. I find a strange comfort in swinging at night in an empty park and a intriguing mystery the first time someone sighs my name. I'm swinging in the park and you're not there.

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I learnt that When you lie You show obvious telltales I then started to notice That you did too I noticed that you shuffled in your seat When you told me that you weren't scared that one time we sat down to watch that horror film I noticed that you bit your lip When I asked you if you were okay that night you stumbled in at 1 o'clock in the morning I noticed that you fiddled with your fingers When you saw that couple walking down the street and I asked if you knew them, you shook your head I later found out she was your ex And I noticed that you looked down to the floor And the corners of your mouth twitched down When I told you I love you And you replied with 'I love you too'

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Oct 6, 2017

Oct 6, 2017 at 7:41 PM UTC

D_sykes

Telltales

I learnt that When you lie You show obvious telltales I then started to notice That you did too I noticed that you shuffled in your seat When you told me that you weren't scared that one time we sat down to watch that horror film I noticed that you bit your lip When I asked you if you were okay that night you stumbled in at 1 o'clock in the morning I noticed that you fiddled with your fingers When you saw that couple walking down the street and I asked if you knew them, you shook your head I later found out she was your ex And I noticed that you looked down to the floor And the corners of your mouth twitched down When I told you I love you And you replied with 'I love you too'

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I felt it on the back of my neck, a puff at first, licking at the sweat soaked threads of tangled hair that lay complacent on a broad reach Telltales of the human kind that whisper to the meta states before transforming into siren calls of change, something different, something new, something longed for in the quiet doldrums trapped by endless drifting on the boundless sea My body turned instinctively to face the tease, while my mind remained behind, still stuck in the quicksand grip of fading memories, and slow surrender And then the spray, from a swell across the bow, a jolt of innocence against a wall of indecision, splashing hard my cheeks and forehead, stinging splintered lips and wincing unfocused eyes A sudden rise came next, followed by its fall, to weave their way into a gentle roll that slowly rocked the beam Announcing arrival of the gusts, scattered bursts at first, a panoply of warm and cool that pressed against my back and swam around to fill, then leave the yearning sails I hauled the sheets in closer, hoping to capture the moment of the wind, and though my preplanned destination called the course I had been on, I turned the wheel against the grain and bid farewell, to the lee shore I gazed out into the distance, where whitecaps smiled at me, I smiled back cranking sheets to the full measure of the keel, and rode the surging waves oncoming, taking the howling wind on filling, with its breath my lungs, once again

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Mar 31, 2014

Mar 31, 2014 at 8:23 AM UTC

jai-rho

Heading Upwind

I felt it on the back of my neck, a puff at first, licking at the sweat soaked threads of tangled hair that lay complacent on a broad reach Telltales of the human kind that whisper to the meta states before transforming into siren calls of change, something different, something new, something longed for in the quiet doldrums trapped by endless drifting on the boundless sea My body turned instinctively to face the tease, while my mind remained behind, still stuck in the quicksand grip of fading memories, and slow surrender And then the spray, from a swell across the bow, a jolt of innocence against a wall of indecision, splashing hard my cheeks and forehead, stinging splintered lips and wincing unfocused eyes A sudden rise came next, followed by its fall, to weave their way into a gentle roll that slowly rocked the beam Announcing arrival of the gusts, scattered bursts at first, a panoply of warm and cool that pressed against my back and swam around to fill, then leave the yearning sails I hauled the sheets in closer, hoping to capture the moment of the wind, and though my preplanned destination called the course I had been on, I turned the wheel against the grain and bid farewell, to the lee shore I gazed out into the distance, where whitecaps smiled at me, I smiled back cranking sheets to the full measure of the keel, and rode the surging waves oncoming, taking the howling wind on filling, with its breath my lungs, once again

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that wasn't internet love we weren't lovers we could never be we just talk over the encrypted airwaves like chatty strangers meeting for the first time at the grocery line i'm always the one who tends to overshare you always listen to all of my rants and woes at 3am in sync with the echoing cuckoos i know all of my telltales were like how songs are played on repeat by a teenage avid fanatic and by that you might just think i'm kinda lunatic but i'm just a sad, sad girl in need of a vent buddy a friend, someone who never leaves and you were there to fill up the role as what it seems like a hero, a knight in shining armor so i'm sending a million thanks, you've served my favor and i hope you're doing great, wishing you all the best oh God, how grateful i am that you exist thank you for plugging in and staying up until 3am.

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Jun 7, 2021

Jun 7, 2021 at 10:46 PM UTC

thoughts-to-dump

3am

that wasn't internet love we weren't lovers we could never be we just talk over the encrypted airwaves like chatty strangers meeting for the first time at the grocery line i'm always the one who tends to overshare you always listen to all of my rants and woes at 3am in sync with the echoing cuckoos i know all of my telltales were like how songs are played on repeat by a teenage avid fanatic and by that you might just think i'm kinda lunatic but i'm just a sad, sad girl in need of a vent buddy a friend, someone who never leaves and you were there to fill up the role as what it seems like a hero, a knight in shining armor so i'm sending a million thanks, you've served my favor and i hope you're doing great, wishing you all the best oh God, how grateful i am that you exist thank you for plugging in and staying up until 3am.

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