Best Stolen Poems

Winter has stolen the night,  
          A world I have always known, 
          is lost in a blanket of snow, .... 
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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...

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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,...

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       "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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Arni Kleftiko Stolen Lamb


The Cypriots and Greeks have a few differences,
And can argue a great deal,
But both agree when it comes to ‘Kleftiko”
It has forever been, the most delectable 
Traditional Greek meal,
That ever a bandit could steal!
It is absolutely scrumptious for those	
Who of it have...

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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...

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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....

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