Best Robbed Poems
I was once a thief, never done for Stealing guns,
or knives. Money, laundering offences, or Somebody’s wife.
I robbed God of tithes that I must pay; I was alive but a dead man
Walking, not at my fullest potential in anyway.
Oh yes! I had God’s blessings and favour alright,
But limited to what I could have done without effort
Or fight. I withheld what’s not mine, for a period of time,
Now I got the revelation (Mal 3:8-10) that it’s really not fine.
If you leave a comment it’s entirely up to you, free speech
Make all your opinions known. But that’s under the law
It has no trace, and I say if that was the law what should
I be doing by grace.
I’ve made up my mind to do things God’s way, due respect
To the opinions you’ve given today. That won’t change a thing
God’s ways are best. I’ll go with my inner prompting and block
Out negative reasoning and the rest.
I’ll give the first fruit not as a law but by faith, and watch the
Windows of heaven open before it’s too late. God promise
To disperse the financial curse, and restore what the devil stole.
When I obey biblical principles, I’ll sure receive a hundred fold.
First fruits offered by Abel a more excellent sacrifice than Cain.
The same applies to me whilst done in Jesus name; God’s intentions
Are pure laid out that I would gain? His principle of the kingdom
Are here to stay, I’ll embrace the fact and do it anyway.
Categories:
robbed, faithgod, god,
Form:
** What’s Torn **
What’s been torn off or away may be
a recurring theme — of dreams or memory —
that nags, popping up unexpectedly
to recall or, for dear losses, again grieve…
The things thieved
from life — as divinely conceied,
like the Amazon forest’s trees —
don’t leave, but remain in a spectral reality…
What’s been torn away
may similarly refuse to leave —
like my calve, cut from my body, will scream,
sending phantom pain in suffered agonies…
What was seized from me on that mournful day,
— sculpted by dancing ballet for a decade,
stayed as I went from anestesized to awake
into a daytime nightmare without any escape…
When life sends us to dire places,
where hopelessness would subjugate us,
God will guard our souls and grace us
with a strength: resounding to the soul…
Left ragged, like having my health fail
in reaching goals, I will feel my heart wail
near breaking, but I refuse to let my faith pale
…believing the prayers of heaven will entail
blessings to help all God’s children prevail.
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((c) s.y..eslinger 3/2024
**an addition to “On Phantom Pain” poem still in progress at this time
Categories:
robbed, christian, faith, god, hope,
Form:
Rhyme
there was once a woman of france
who could put any man in a trance
she'd spin them and twirl them
fill their whiskey to the brim
well drunk they'd fall like a blob
then awake to find they were rob
Categories:
robbed, funny, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Robbed of sleep
Arrest the drunk mosquito
And bring him to me...
Categories:
robbed, insect,
Form:
Haiku
Another father being robbed,
another supposedly mother try to deprive another man from doing his job,
another heart break,
so many mothers feel the need to take,
often spreading rumors their baby's fathers
are fake not allowing him his parental intake
while so many father's are being blamed
but why do you try to shame the love another
father is trying to claim.
Another father being robbed,
no mother can truly do a man's job so don't
get wrong because you think your love has good intentions and is that for you or the
child!!!
Another father dragged through the courts,
so many women lying under oat,
getting away with perjury while leaving a the
child to go hungry of a father's teaching instead of learning the fundamentals of the bible's preaching.
So many father being robbed,
no credit to the ones doing a good job,
not enough recognition on father's day,
not a male model to teach them how to obey.
A system that favours mothers but how
can any mother exercise the roles of a man,
why do so many mums fail to understand
the natural nature that comes with man
after all we're all human.
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Categories:
robbed, fathers day, inspirational, my
Form:
Lyric
My car was broken into on the other night.
When I saw the damage it really looked a sight.
My driver window shattered and glass laying everywhere.
The nerve of some people who really does not care.
My book bag was missing with my bible
thrown underneath the car.
My cd’s were all missing and the
Glove compartment left ajar.
The owner’s manual missing now
what am I supposed to do.
My portfolio is missing to and I am feeling blue.
It’s hard to see the good in this when I am angry as I can be.
I must tell the truth because it is bothering me.
So keep me in your prayers as I look for a safer place to live.
I know within my heart I must also forgive.
Categories:
robbed, life, lossmissing, missing,
Form:
Free verse
"Pack the chairs,no souls will be entertained here",
Politics is stealing the future of scholars,
The faith is rather picking blemishes from religious pillars,
Can't make it plain to them of my changed mind,
Grew up along the coast,
Education wasn't a key boast,
Chasing money and abiding to words from our illiterate parents,
"Hey,...if you refuse to go fishing,no food for you today",fear really got itself filled us with adherents,
The punishment comes always with fatality,
What is known to be risky,we see it to be easy,
Trained with marshal laws,...and it's the powerful canes form masters in the halls,
Privileged men went ahead to acquire knowledge,because they had all it carried,
Knew what is meant by a treasure buried,
Fought tediously to overthrow the whiteman ruling over their integrity,
When nothing was induced much into us,eyes were opened to plenty,
Disappeared from home to where no man ever had an idea about,
Saved by a richman but lonely hunter mouse ,
Impacted into me in-depth understanding,
Showed me the realities of life;formal education without a payment,
"God bless his hidden soul",
Returned after so many years,
"Life is now precious and exerting greatness of me,
Society wasn't able to exercise recognition of who I am,
But yet still,I found my childhood friends fighting for success with grey hair",he noted well,
Expression on their faces proves their lost in the middle of nowhere,
Hailing his superiority among them,he was appointed as the chief advisors brain,
So many opportunities he gained,
His life was a breakthrough to the land he was born to cater,
He is a refined gold within a polluted water,
Inculcated intelligence into his fellow people scoop,
Few took it wholeheartedly;they had eyes for pride so they've made it in a bloom,
Politics practically went about chewing the learned knowledge as strict,
Coping with internal and external institutions,he raised a fine district,
But,his heart never desired for a truth;
What were deceptions to uproot?
Helmet of glory,
Passion for God plays the background of his officialdom,
Only blink of eyes taking a yawn,religion stole his referendum.
Categories:
robbed, allegory, bereavement,
Form:
Alliteration
You told me you loved me
Yet even though it hurt me
You took it away
Now I am left alone while
You live without consequence
Categories:
robbed, life, lost love, people,
Form:
Haiku
If you only knew what you're death has made
If you only knew how you were betrayed
When you left us, it left us breathless
Stunned and shocked
It seems when yours stopped, another heart
just up and locked
The parasite emerged and showed it true colors
Thinking only of themselves, put self above others
I know I said some things, purely done in grief
But you were my bro, I deserve reprieve
Everything you wanted, was just simply squandered
I think of the past and I have thought and I pondered
Did any misdeed done by me, warrant the sentence?
Realized and apologized, I showed some repentence
Received just a slap in the face and a kick in the ****
Your legacy was left in the hands of a farce
A phoney, who was never human all along
If I'm wrong, I'll be gonged, and I will just go on
But I feel you should know, felt you needed to know
That the camera's were rolling and the worlds seen the show
Categories:
robbed, betrayal, brother, cancer, change,
Form:
Rhyme
Her lonely flys across the sky.
A tragedy that ends with sin.
Where she has stopped we must begin.
When a life ends we wonder why.
A selfish act snuffs out that life.
Her future ended with a knife!
How could one so loved want to die?
What thoughts were pondered in the night?
Could she not see that there was light?
Those left behind can't help but cry.
She touched them in so many ways.
Now she has robbed them of her days.
There are tears that are hard to dry.
A pain that cuts clean through the soul.
That's when we need God to console.
We must go on we have to try!
The sun still comes out every day.
Within the grave let sadness stay.
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Her lonely flies across the sky.
When a life ends we wonder why.
How could one so loved want to die?
Those left behind can't help but cry.
There are tears that are hard to dry.
We must go on we have to try!
Inspired to try a new form by Mark Peterson.
For Craig's contest; Andrea's Inspiration and Connie's new form.
I agree with Craig, this form is worthy of being recognized.
Categories:
robbed, depression,
Form:
Rhyme
She plays with her tiny fingers, closely held on the rough walls of there small little mud thatched house, her deep brown angelic eyes gazed into mine, an innocent smile, happy, blissful unaware of the ghetto mayhem, with no shoes she walks by and says hello, , she looks at me with her innocent eyes she is all alone, with no one to hold her, care and love, orphaned at a tender age of 3, living with her 7 siblings, the world has robbed her of her childhood dreams, she bends down and ask me if she can clean my shoes for 5 shillings, with tears in my eyes, robbed at a tender age.
Categories:
robbed, absence, angel, beauty, care,
Form:
Free verse
Prosperity, vagabond,
Pickpocket of poor and old
Predator of oil and gold
Jewels, cash, land, or blondes.
When Prosperity pulls stakes,
Abandonment marks its wake
Jobs and places disappeared
Prosperity robbed and sneered.
Categories:
robbed, money, success, work,
Form:
Rhyme
i'm missing out ,
aint no doubt,
canna shout,
just sob:)
shut me gob,
hang about,
I aint no slob,
just pout,
an sob,
head throbs,
sex is out,
dangler robbed,
drat de drought,
shis-kabob...
love your poem Bi Devnath mate....
Don
Categories:
robbed, adventure,
Form:
Rhyme
I was robbed of my years, I was robbed of my days, I was robbed of hello's I was robbed of the hey's, I only saw black and white, I was robbed of the grey's, I was robbed of the fun, I was robbed of the phase. I was robbed of romance, I was robbed of high school, yes my time there was short, what I got was uncool, everyone strayed from me, yes I felt like a ghoul, I was robbed of events, I was robbed of the pool. I was robbed of the test, I never had a sweetheart, I was robbed of the stage, I was robbed of the cart, I was robbed of projects, I was robbed of the part, I was robbed of music, I was robbed of the art. I was robbed of the cap, I was robbed of the gown, every time I think about it I want to cry I want to frown, I was robbed of my queen, I was robbed of my crown, I was robbed of the up, I was robbed of the down. I was robbed of P.E, I was robbed of the track, I was robbed of the girls, even though that I lack, I was robbed of the sports, I was robbed of my pack, didn't like what I had, I’d just skip class and slack. I was robbed of the lunch, I was robbed of the meals, I was robbed of nature, I was robbed of the feels, I was robbed of my friends, I was robbed of the deals, I was robbed of my prom, I was robbed of the wheels. I was robbed of spiked punch, I was robbed of a date, I was robbed of prom sex, graduation was great, (cough cough sarcasm) I was robbed of the choice, I was robbed of soul mate, what I got was instead, more abuse on my plate. I was robbed of the joy, I was robbed of the tears, I was robbed of balloons, I was robbed of careers, I was robbed of the song, I was robbed of my peers, I was robbed of my life, and it still grinds my gears.
Categories:
robbed, art,
Form:
Rhyme
It was just another warm
summer in May
I lay by the sea side all day
Away in my thoughts I'd
disappeared
As I looked up at the stars
surrounded by the darkness I
much feared
Beside me she lay as she
stroked my beard
I could have just another
bottle of the finest wine
Because I lay down with
what was mine
For a moment I only
wished time would pause
A rose to one hand as the
other froze
Not because of the cold but of the love that
arose
For an instant death
seemed nothing but a p
conspiracy
Mysterious stories of truth and
controversy
I knew she was mine,we
dined just fine
Sipped the finest wine our
minds could find
Kissed like we were the
founders of love
But time flies and good
times fast come to an end
Age came so fast,but on
love one can depend
Alas!Her eyes closed so
soon,this time forever,the
moon and stars went dull
Death just robbed me of
my lover,my pal.
Categories:
robbed, sad
Form:
ABC