Best Thief Poems
Mara loves to steal from others
A skill well learned with no druthers
Paraphrase one word or two,
Hoping no one has a clue
Her poems formed from another's
Mara cannot hide behind her word crime
And pretending to, is a waste of time
Poems and words can be traced,
to a new plagiarism case
She needs to stop and find a new pastime
A THIEF CALLED TIME
“Time is the thief you cannot banish”
Phyllis McGinley writer 1905-1978
All that live upon this earth
dwell on borrowed time,
for the human race every
single day that passes by
is a payment off an unsecured
loan, that gifted at birth.
While time can be a wondrous friend
beware when of one’s greatest enemy,
waiting for it sometimes an age
when running out, be afraid.
Centuries ago, time became
a science a complex measure
yet never tamed, only caged
as it ticks and tocks away,
when it calls, one’s life becomes
a hired boat sailing
certain to run aground.
But time never ceases
unlike the human body
in need of a good night’s sleep,
as it steals away one third
of everyone’s life time.
© Harry J Horsman 2020
Now Bobby, don't try to look coy.
You mischievous naughty young boy!
You've guzzled my sweets
From 'tricking or treats'
I've seen through your devious ploy.
Oh Bobby, say have you no pride?
You've acted so sneaky and snide.
Your ankle-length socks,
You sneaky young fox
Are stuffed with marshmallows inside!
Don't flutter those big bambi eyes
Or fabricate more porky pies.
You're caught in a fix
Hand over my Twix
I'm bigger than you, so be wise!
20.10.19
If I Were Your Brother Poetry Contest : sponsored by Bobby May
She remained silent amidst the squeaks of the bats
Sleeping on the hostel bed, she dreamt of winging like a dove.
Her tears were blended with the blood of her chopped childhood.
Her mother's lap seemed to be the only place away from humiliating world.
Rain drops never fell on her umbrella and her feet never peddled a bicycle.
The winter snow never kissed her blanket and her only companion was her mom.
When she cracked jokes, her back was badly bruised.
Relishing the taste of her favorite chocolate made her starve that night.
When her friends danced in rain, she feared the thunders.
Watching her favorite TV show turned her a dark room prisoner.
The telephone in the boarding house never sang her name.
Saturday evenings never welcomed her into the visitor's room.
Her honey dipped concerts never sweetened the souls of her beloved.
Bed time stories never quietened her panicked breath.
Her questions were unanswered
Her screams were unheard
Her jokes were uncelebrated
Her pains were unattended.
Slowly,
Her sensitive heart was replaced by a sensible mind
Her unsung emotions turned into powerful words.
Her immense thirst for affection ended as she embraced and drank the juices of self love.
Years of her inner struggle finally endowed her with buoyant wings.
That innocent soul who was once called a thief,
Now stole a million hearts with her ink.
taken
from henhouse
poached eggs
I Write
Less words
in a windowless room
no use for my eyes
Humidity suffocating
what is left of me
I hear the silence of evil
poverty a state of mind
a shiny gold coin
Turns a small man
into a rich thief
Laughter the cause of death
Exotic eyes stare back at me
a huge Heffner begging
for the attention of her musings
she dances and sways
in the darkness, the streetlights
highlight her deceptions
she thinks she stole my heart
blind, I see the meaning of true deceit
my wallets disappears between the sheets
she thinks she is silent
I hear every click
the credit cards makes
sadness stabs me
that the even the sheep are fake
kindness is a mask
on the canvas of life
make sure to paint the truth
Inspector Clouseau
has confirmed
the infidelity of it all
A street meter thief, Peter Jeter
Would saw off the head of one meter,
Take it home in his sack,
Keep the coins, bring it back,
Which was pointless by that time, of course, having
completely destroyed the meter.
Written 27 Feb 2022
The birdfeeder hung on a narrow limb,
away from deck rails, discouraging squirrels.
No problem for the little robber
who raided the feeder day by day.
Repeatedly, he climbed onto a tender branch,
inching forward until it bent, riding it down.
Each trip, he leaned off and dropped freestyle,
disappearing inside with only a furry tail visible.
He emerged with both cheeks bulging ,
and sunflower seeds scattering below.
On a continuous march of palm-less thievery,
the brassy chipmunk mouthed his loot home,
adding to his cache.
I did my research on the victim at hand
I broke into your dreams and everything was at my command
I defrauded your thoughts and deprived your deepest desire
I took what I wanted and left you only to wonder and admire
I had my eye on the prize right from the start
I’m a stealer of your emotions and a thief of your heart
You kept your valuables close and thought your were smart
I’m a stealer of your emotions and a thief of your heart
You hid your love well in case you had to depart
I’m a stealer of your emotions and a thief of your heart
I returned again to the scene of the crime
To rob your innocence and leave you sublime
You woke up naked without your virtuous ring
But you didn’t report to the authority that you lost a thing
I had my eye on the prize right from the start
I’m a stealer of your emotions and a thief of your heart
You kept your valuables close and thought your were smart
I’m a stealer of your emotions and a thief of your heart
You hid your love well in case you had to depart
I’m a stealer of your emotions and a thief of your heart
I swindled your essence and then let you go
I capered a kiss and left your senses hollow
I cheated your life and left you feeling poor
I ripped off your world and left you always wanting more
I had my eye on the prize right from the start
I’m a stealer of your emotions and a thief of your heart
You kept your valuables close and thought your were smart
I’m a stealer of your emotions and a thief of your heart
You hid your love well in case you had to depart
I’m a stealer of your emotions and a thief of your heart
"Time is the thief you cannot banish."
Phyllis McGinley, Writer, 1905 - 1978
The end of my time will come in winter.
Or so I’ve been told.
The wind blows and rattles
the loose louvers of my windows.
Occasional thunder rumbles,
and rain floods my garden.
How quiet is the house today,
despite the crackles of burning wood.
I remember the past which exists no more.
The present is now solitude.
All is deadly silence,
a moment of peace.
So I sit alone and ponder.
Like a clock, life is ticking
towards my destiny.
I know too well about life.
It is not the here that is important,
but the eternal after.
And I am prepared for the journey.
Let winter do its infinite worst.
I fear it not.
10 November 2020
Placed 1
Writing Challenge - Quote Inspired - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
"a thief of my words who plunders my reflections- a leech parasite"
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December 26, 2019
Poetry/Monoku/disgusting thief
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1211-751-02
Written for the contest, A Thief Who Steals Your thoughts
sponsor, Bobby May
First Place
You are a thief
You have stolen the shine from her hair and the light from her smile
You auctioned off every unmarked joy you took
You put smiles into storage units, and laughs under lock and key
You took her away from us, you locked her in her room
She is curled up in bed protesting your presence
Yet you have weaselled you way into her life again
Where you loom over her like the clouds that block the sun
Where you infect her mind , seeping in like the rags we’ve used to sop up the blood
The blood you drew and made us believe she did it
I know it was you
You are a thief
You have taken my friend
You have taken a mother
You have taken a sister
You have taken a daughter
You left behind a shell
You are a thief
You try to take her life away from her
You try to convince her it is worth nothing
But I believe in her like I believe the ocean meets the sand
And I know she is stronger than you
I know you will continue to turn off the lights and try to leave her in the dark,
But she is stronger than the struggle.
She struggles not to shine.
She is the light that bleeds into darkness.
She is the sunrise, sending off the stars.
And you are a thief.
I saw you take her smile. I saw you take her will.
I saw you take her hope. Now I don't see her anymore.
I just see you.
You are a thief.
You are depression.
You steal away smiles and lives, friends and family.
You feed on misery.
You stole my friend.
I will remind her of what she has lost until we bury you.
I will tell her to stand for joy,
And to stand against you.
We will not let you in anymore.
You are not robin hood.
You are not invincible.
You are not her,
And you are not welcome.
I can see through you.
I know what you are.
You are a thief.
I built a platform between my house and the fence to dry out my pecans.
A squirrel stole some of my pecans and showed no remorse when I caught him.
He continued stealing right before my very eyes as if he had 'a right' to do so.
In fact, he passed within two feet of me, stopped, and stared me in the eye.
Not only did he disrespect me, but he had absolutely no fear of me.
I'm no mind reader, but I was able to read his spirit and bad attitude.
I would venture to say that he was annoyed by me as he said to himself,
"Would you leave me alone, because I'm only trying to feed my family!".
08252017PSContest, Animal Nonsense, Kevin Shaw
The Thief
Would you believe on a quiet Sunday afternoon,
An unseen thief is stalking my room.
He holds my memories in his hand,
Oh, I just don’t understand.
I want to revisit the kiss on the hill;
Was he blonde, blue eyed, what did he say that filled,
Filled my heart with hope and joy,
He has stolen the details of my first-loved boy.
When did we walk through those colored night lights,
Was it a fair, a town, a vacation sight?
Was it you or another, and what year was that?
The thief has my memory crumpled neath his hat.
Can I sing tomorrow what I sing today,
Please, oh, please don’t steal that away,
Would you believe on a quiet Sunday afternoon?
An unseen thief is stalking my room?