Best Steals Poems
Babies freezing to death in Syria
Being chopped to bits in Africa
Beheaded in Mexico
Shot through their tiny hearts in America
Starving all around this world
So what is it that you want to write about: What
Is it exactly ? Houses passing budgets; more bullets
Less food more war machines less treatment more
Neglect ? Smile for their camera walk down, a red ramp...
Snapshots and poppi; hurry, there she goes ? Yes, there she goes.
Unheralded
sleep steals into
my chamber
lowers its curtain before my mind
gently strokes my eyelids
overtakes
~ underwhelms
I love the greatness
I must steal the greatness!
My heart quite deep within me quakes
when darkness steals the sky.
The night rolls out its raven cape
and stars from shadow, fly.
Gray threadlike clouds adorn the deep
and look down as to spy.
The silence of each long, dark hour
is nightfall's strong ally.
Below, on earth, from our purview
we sleep, we work, and play.
Too often as our life unwinds
we miss night's grand display.
We move among the twilight spheres
with blinders, left and right,
yet high among the moon and stars
we find a guiding light.
The reverence we sense and feel
amid each nightlong fray
enriches and sustains us as
we wait for break of day.
Deep night is not some cryptic foe,
though silent, is a friend.
We live in shadowed, umbral realms
until the dawn ascends
Darkness Steals
1-20-15
common verse
Winter knocking at my door bringing its presence
Trees boughs drooping with weight of its omnipresent
Crystal flakes glide down from heaven unspoiled and white
Very quietly alight in the silent night
Noses and cheeks left frozen with its crimson touch
Our knees knocking and teeth chattering they won’t hush
With its ambiance brought considerable fun
Sleds are out for a straight downhill slide to outrun
Sparky our dog chases behind, then steals the sled
He said, “It is my turn now!” Speeds and leads instead
We all took chase with bouts of giggling and loud shouts
“Come back, Sparky, with our sled or no more handouts!”
Ragamuffins sweet whispers, kisses, and good-nights
Warm and cozy for the night, dreams of snowball fights
12/29/2016
Sponsored By: Broken Wings
Contest Name: Form C
driving car at night
known place unknown as in sight
dark steals day's eye sight
Autumn steals the summer months so now in loneliness I shut my doors and grieve,
Rain cleans the dust from a warm summer and as some flowers droop they say goodbye,
With the rain refreshing all, the smell and the perfumed dying plants turn into just sticks,
The air has rested for weeks now awakes and shake trees and my heavy wooden doors.
The shadows grow longer, but the day grows shorter, with a coolness of moisture,
Veils of clouds rush so much faster the showers are short bursts with sharp hail,
Along the sky are trailed clouds, with their gossamer drapery amid intense azure,
The sun rises once more so brilliant for these days, the calmest most impressive beauty.
Time passes, I close and lock my windows and pull back on the great oak shutters,
Then come the rains, long and deluging amid late summer frosts, that damages corn,
And when steady gushing rains, flood the meadows and fill the mead's, all is lost,
Late autumn steals the bright suns, in loneliness I shut out all light and grieve.
Who Steals My Purse Steals Trash
By Elton Camp
“Who steals my purse steals trash. ‘Tis something, nothing; ‘twas mine, ‘tis his.
But he that filches from me my good name robs me of that which not enriches him, and makes me poor indeed.” – William Shakespeare
Slander we may hear and repeat almost every day
To get close attention we need only speak that way
This can occur no matter how hard it is that we try
To avoid getting involved with some deliberate lie
About others it is all-too-easy to believe the worst
And once having heard, we must pass it on or burst
So often to appear not to spread slander is our goal
“Now you must promise me that this won’t be told.”
When we, ourselves, have made a promise like that
All too soon, from the bag sprang the scandalous cat
For with human nature we all are acquainted too well
We can’t keep quiet when we have juicy story to tell
And once a sensational story has been spread about
That most will believe and repeat there is no doubt
Depression kills
Real lives.
Depression steals
Real lives.
Self-punishment
Is not the answer.
Self-fulfillment
Is the profound desire
To love oneself, to be proud,
To hope and to cry out loud
That happiness and success
Are waiting near the corner.
Suicide is evidently not the answer.
Joy can neutralize anxiety, anguish and anger.
Depression is a bad disease, take it seriously.
Nothing is simplistic, simple or easy
In life. Stay active, keep your mind busy;
So your spirit can soar to the moon
And come back safe and sound. Be a spoon
Full of hope, love and sweet honey
Which can tickle and energize body and soul.
Trial and error is not bad, not failure, only a fool
Will think so. The best is yet to come, tomorrow. Easy
Come, easy go, and easy know. That’s the reality
Of everyday life. Success is definitely relative.
Keep on looking forward like a stubborn bee.
Be strong and not be overly sensitive.
Be naturally optimistic. The past is full of flaws
And every day is a new season for fresh flowers.
Even when the proverbial glass is empty,
A few drops of rain may accidentally
Fill it up to the top, to the periphery,
Completely to the brim,
Obviously to the rim.
Hope is not expensive.
Everybody has hope.
Anybody can hope.
Hope is extensive.
Hope can destroy depression,
Evil or ill feelings and isolation.
Use your words to soothe the pain.
Be your best friend all the time. Be vain
To protect and to celebrate your life,
And you’ll be able to defeat any strife.
Conquer yourself, while doing so,
You’ll surely escape or defeat the undertow.
Danger is certainly everywhere.
Be attentive and be not afraid to dare.
Strike depression early to make it feeble or vincible,
As you seek more help, aid or support.
You’ll definitely be safe and untouchable,
Before the ship leaves the harbor, the port.
Danger is always lurking somewhere,
Be resilient! Suicide is not the answer.
You can defeat depression.
You can always find a solution.
Take depression seriously.
Be a spoonful of hope, self-love and sweet honey!
Copyright © January 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
We don't know who steals justice
But we know who steals your heart
Greed steals your heart
And your heart steals justice
At the very beginning
Conspiracy is set
Unfair rules are set
Overlapping and overlapping
Overrule and overrule
It takes tremendous time and effort
To discard them one by one
Greed is just like cancer
Which spreads and spreads
A long suffer indeed
Before it's cured
"So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing."
- T. S. Eliot
In the stillness of the night,
when dreams float in the air,
faraway I see a light,
and it beckons me there;
I take a walk in my mind
to that dazzling bright place,
a love song plays in rewind,
as I enter that space;
It is an empty large hall,
with disco lights aglow,
in the middle standing tall,
my love does a tango;
Seeing me, he calls me near,
I join him on the floor,
with his deft hands, he does steer,
in happiness, I soar;
Together we swirl and twirl,
till the soft music ends,
he's my love and I'm his girl,
dancing, our love deepens;
In the stillness of the dawn,
when sunlight awakens,
my feet, they ache and I yawn,
my heartbeat, it quickens;
I realise that my dreams
have stolen me again,
I smile brightly at sunbeams,
there's nothing to complain.
11.02.2021
For Constance La France's ""S" contest- new poems only"
The fight is not done
Until I am six foot under
I have already won
Christ stole your thunder
You push and shove
Prod and probe
Trying to pull me down
But I wear His crown
My weakness is His strength
Yet you go to all lengths
To cause mischief and strife
Even attempt to take my life
It is not over, it has just begun
I am here to stay
To worship and praise
And walk in all His ways
For everything you care to bring
Brings an opportunity to praise my king
And nuzzle in closer under His wing
Listening only to Him and the angels sing
With the angels I join in
And the number of them
Is ten thousand times ten thousand
And thousands of thousands.
Waving her hand, flaunting her iPhone
Bragging about it in a loud tone
Back home filled with utter glee
But wishing to be loan free
When alone, in her face worry shone
Date: 12/21/2020
First light shines,
Upon this hill
We dig for
Blood diamonds,
In copper mills
Diamonds,
A girl’s best friend
Diamonds steals the
Flesh of men
Worry can sometimes steal my muse, quickly taking it away
I worry about the well-being and safety of others now
I pray they will get through this difficult ordeal, somehow
But the worry brings a blank page to mind, less writing today
Heidi Sands
9/8/17