Best Stolen Poems
Winter has stolen the night,
A world I have always known,
is lost in a blanket of snow, ....
with recognition adrift, and thrown
tossed away in the endless white
I gaze over landscapes, whitewashed in the moonlight
Strange bittersweet etchings of silver starlight
Trees reaching high, with wild naked limbs,
Each branch empty handed, their twigs opened wide
grasping for snow flakes...or something to find
Something familiar, that's been left behind
Drifts growing higher, while icicles glimmer
distorting the mirrors of stars from the night
I know that the moon is hiding, somewhere,
caught in the winter's snow of sleep
Bemused are the clouds while obscuring the light,
disguising the image we once knew at sight
My world flickers dim, bleaching the ground,
Taking my breath, until all words are gone
I cannot recall, I cannot rewind, all the old music that I've known so well
I strain to hear where summer dwelled, too thin to be recalled
Where all the autumn leaves once fell
Where seasons green wore flowered hills
They must disappear, with each thing we have known,
Bleached by the moon, until they are pale
Stars then will spin, and seasons will dim
But, then all the reasons for believing begins ....
Winter has stolen the night, tonight, and the world I've always known
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.... in the sparkling snow, adrift in the timeless wind.
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Written for contest: A Winter Poem
Judged 12/4/16
Resubmitted for Contest: 2/6/17
Form G or N/A
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Never felt obliged
To ask the soil for her thoughts
Before I planted my seeds
Watered and weeded and fertilized
With hands guided by my heart
Not only do I doubt
If she would have given consent
I honestly don’t know
If she would have welcomed
My yearning soul into her home
Of warm, brown earth
Softened by sun and rain
Breathing only precious beads
Of dewdrop dreams
And autumn leaves decaying
Into the depths of her tenderness
Never once did I feel the need
To ask this loam for permission
To plant the flowers and vegetables
The fruits and scrumptious herbs
Which gave me so much sweetness
To feed my palette and vista
I wonder what she would have said
If I’d only asked, possibly pled
For the chance to plant a seed or two
Give into the soil’s longing for compost
To nourish her and give her sustenance
Cuisine made up of manure and muck
Meant to provide her with nutrients
Food to enliven, enlighten and brighten
Her dreams of good things so she’d thrive
Still, I remained silent in my guilt
Stealing her dirt with my shrubs
Never giving her the opportunity to say
If she was ok with my cultivating
Plowing and growing in her reservoir
Of soft, warm soil meant for a nursery
A garden of hopes and dreams and ideas
Gentle lights fading into the shadows
Behind the oaks and pines, where I grew
Truths that remembered to pray
For the sunshine and the rain
The food that would sustain
My stolen garden, grown without consent
From the heart of the earth’s glorious gifts
An infant so very small, with its little noise that never does impose.
small little hands, ten perfect little fingers, small little feet, ten perfect little toes
kitten softness, invites a fingers touch, a kiss on its nose.
Hush-a-bye, baby, flawless pure love, princess in pink, a prince in blue
it snuggles and steals mortal's and God's soul with just a coo.
7/30/2019
"Awake Sweet Stolen Dream"
I wandered outside my conscious element of thought
drifting into wonderlust of dreamland sequences like photographs
as I inhaled fragrant winds gliding upon gossamer wings
of lace and satin, streaming through pink cotton candy clouds.
I touched a rainbow traveling warp speed to rendezvous
with my lover, who appeared at my sheer will's emotion
for I had cast a magic spell upon his heart with hypnotic trance
he, helpless, had no recourse but to obey my dreamy wishes.
I tantalized my lovers' soul with happy innuendo as my muse
in dreams, love escalates to ultimate desire without penalty
then, suddenly, a rival resonated her displeasure of my game
fury of the White Witch chased me with her fiery wand, to mame.
my delicate dream evolved into nightmarish tone of fearfulness
as she drew closer, I realized consequences to treat love frivolously
so blatantly. as my tender tears urged my mind desperately to
awake from sweet stolen dream whose horror left me breathless.
in panic state secreting droplets of perspiration on flesh and bone
I released my fair silky skin from black lace negligee' trying
to open sleepy eyes of green stinging from tears of sorrow
peering across the bed, your warmth still lying there to caress.
that night I made a vow to cherish love so good and true
for dreams are predictors; omens of future events to come
waking to reality I treasure the beauty of love, not as a toy
to trifle with, as love will banish nightmares from realm of dreams.
as I awake from my sweet stolen dream of wanton folly
my heart is renewed in spirit with a softer side to dwell
among Angels rather than the evil dark side of manipulation
I now know Heaven is real .. and so is Hell.
*For Leonora's Waking Up Contest.
*Nov. 14, 2012.
We’re closed neighbors, we cared for each other
I trusted you dearly, I was your girl
You’re like my father or older brother
Your friendship was a gift - a precious pearl
Every moment with you was a sunshine
We played music, sang… held each other’s hand
If I cried, your warm hugs made me feel fine
Your words inspired me to grow, to stand
One day, you mixed up all stars in my sight,
Drew my face close to your tantalized eyes
An odd feeling, was it tremble or fright?
Stiffen by your stolen kiss, just thrilled thrice
So mad with your new surprise, I must sting
But you swore to come back with a bondring
©2015Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
Nov. 15, 2015 2.20pm
With my blue eyes
I watched you find the lost
The place that should have always been
That place absent of shame and sin
Colour separation was meant to be thin
Like a little girl
You found peace love and fun
You were able to be the free one
No fear of a police man with a gun
You twirled and giggled in the sun
It wasn’t fear that made you run
The richness of your colour
I marvelled at your state
A deep dark joy meant to animate
All I needed was to concentrate
and freely share from my own plate
When this world becomes one
Only then will we satiate
and begin to solve our prejudicial traits
Before it is to late
Through my flip flop view
I witnessed you
You sang poetic words so true
Grasping them I flew
Not away but towards you
I needed to immerse in your blue
For without being one people
This place will never renew
I admire your strength
Despite the worlds cruelty
For you occupy
a place of duality
Where to many brothers and sisters
Become another fatality
Yet you have a shared rich history
So faithfully cling to your ability
Even when others don’t provide civility
You are on the precipice of Victory.
Inspired by Olufunke Elizabeth Omolayo Ogunmodede and her poem “Through The Darkest Times” please read it, here is the link. https://www.facebook.com/groups/2650318775179582/permalink/3039494419595347/
I took a stroll around my mind today
And there I found images, visions at play:
I saw a child, happy carefree
I somehow knew that child wasn’t me
More of a hope, a dream that never came true
That dream, that illusion was shattered by you
I saw a teen innocent naive
For that misled youth I often grieve
I see a bride and her husband to be
But for me that door’s locked and you hold the key
I see the life I should have know
The type of environment in which I should have grown
You’ve taken so very much from my life,
From my sister, your daughter, my mother, your wife
You’ve haunted my days and tortured my nights
To the memories you leave me I can put up no fight.
I will never forgive you for the pain that you’ve caused
The whole of my life has been slowed down or paused
I only hope that one day I’ll see
How to trust again and learn to be me
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April is child abuse awareness month.
According to Ofsted, 3 children die every week from child abuse in the UK and Wales
Living among dead corpses
My creativity becomes stagnate
As I surround myself with
Dreamless adults never realizing
Their full potential in life
Witnessing generational leeches
Attacking the mind, soul and legacy
Of an unsuspecting youth
Instead of experiencing daily
Burst of DMT in his pineal gland
He is subjected to
Buffoonery, treachery
Tricked into selling his birthright
I remember how the rose moon drizzled gold,
when stars within your eyes danced, flickering pearls,
curating a carnival of dreams untold~
while heavy skies unveiled tuscan truth, that twirls.
But am I to swim through syllables of grief,
for innocence was snatched by a soulless thief,
stealing soft colors of sunsets with thick sins,
as violin stringed heart sings on sharpened pins.
Stolen
You stole my heart,
You pulled it hard,
You ripped it from my chest,
It's in your hands and you squeeze it tight,
I start to lose my breath,
You put it back and it barely beats,
It's dying in this air,
It starts to crumble and burns to ash,
I am no longer there,
My ashes fall around your feet,
Like autumn falling leaves,
One gust of wind and I'll be gone,
Maybe this was meant to be.
Sean Ness
Twilight on the ocean was as blue as steel.
Caressed by the sun, one touch would feel
a soft trace of liquid gold.
With a storm foretold,
the wind grows
cold.
The moon rose,
to watch waves unfold,
over the sea, uncontrolled.
Lightning appears, but the moon reveals
golden glints of jewel tones as the thunder peals
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10/13/15
Submitted for Andrea's Contest: "Andaree Contest #II"
It was a stolen date on a late winter evening
Placing rosy dots on her cheek with a hug
A secret told to the senses instead to ears
Then found the right place for the kisses,
Kisses stamped one after the other like tears.
The real ones that I could not hold them back.
There were brief, swift and before were done
The floodgates open for everything else
Starting with a comma then a question mark
Followed by an exclamation point learning
The basic spelling that all lovers should know.
I began the kiss and she begged more at the end.
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Third Place win in
Contest : My First date sponsored by Carol brown
I stood on the cobbled street
at midnight - gentle wafts of the Cassis vineyards
dancing on air, mixing, not unpleasantly,
with the bite of late December,
(reminding me fondly of my days writing in Paris,
and the trips my love and I made
to the countryside on long weekends,
for picnics and rest).
The sweet lull of a small choir
floated tenderly from the chapel nearby -
'O little town of Bethlehem' ...
coaxing even more poignant thoughts of childhood,
Christmases in the little church by the lake,
when all that mattered was
held inside my family's home at night,
warm and cared for and safe.
I looked up at the sharp glints
of winter suns, thinking how each
was a true-but-intangible thread of light
that tied me inexorably to all I needed and loved -
to all that I cared or worried about in the world now,
no matter where she had been taken away to ...
No matter where I now had to follow
to win her back.
One can never
steal the moment.
Time's arrow,
relatively speaking,
runs backward
only at speeds
greater than light.
But there are moments
when the world is right
if we close our eyes
and you take my hand
we can try.
I saw her yet unopened love in bloom
So fearing then another suitor's chance
I reached to steal it from the hedge too soon
But felt the sting of thorns upon my hands
So then instead I chose a diff'rent scheme
To seize the object of my heart's desire
With cunning I might steal her love unseen
And pluck the rose from out within the briar
I shared with her the places of my soul
Where neither light nor love before could cull
I gave and yet somehow became more whole
And by the time her love had blossomed full
My heart had found to its great disbelief
That she'd become the crimson-handed thief
7.31.18
Contest: Not Just any Old Rose
Also submitted to contest: Rose Poetry