Best Thieved Poems
Spring arrived with life anew,
Fledglings hatched - then away they flew,
Bees gathered nectar from flowers of blue,
Morning grass glistened with sparkling dew!
Summer brought in the warmth of the sun,
Toasted marshmallows - went for a run,
Melted a s'more - put a ‘dog in a bun,
Memories were made - just having fun!
Autumn burst forth in magnificent show,
Dressed up the trees with a bright crimson glow,
'Til breezes thieved and north winds did blow,
Lacing leaf tapestries 'neath branches below!
Winter invaded with chilling plight,
Clouds coveted stars and obscured the moon’s light,
Thunder crackled - lightning danced at night,
As tranquility fell in a blanket of white-
Categories:
thieved, autumn, memory, seasons, spring,
Form:
Rhyme
I once met a very old man, his name it does not matter.
He taught me many important things like, "Listen, do not chatter".
I once met a colorful clown, who made everyone always smile.
But inside his heart was very sad, he begged "please, just sit a while".
I once met a homeless boy, who had traveled far and wide.
He was searching for some answers, but how he thieved and lied.
I once met a rising star, her magical voice would soar.
She sang so well from heart and soul, you could feel it to the core.
I once met a rich old lady, she had not a dime to her name.
But she had something we all want, not the diamonds nor the fame.
I once met a lone stray dog, who couldn't find his way.
I gave him food and shelter, so he decided he would stay.
Strangers we pass in our busy days, have a story we may never know.
Take a moment and share some time, just smile and say "Hello".
-Mary Waldeck
Categories:
thieved, age, appreciation, beautiful, blessing,
Form:
Rhyme
It's been broke to the core
Like so many times before
Why does this happen to me?
Hopeful, Stong I try to be
Yet my heart still does bleed
Love is all you need,
Is what the song writes
But still to many fights
Fights inside my sole
To understand why there is such a hole
Fights within myself
Because my hopes are on the shelf
I used to believe in love someday
But now thats all been thrown away
I only believe what they tell me I am
And not anymore do I give a damn
Love above all, is what I believed
But even that has been thieved
I don't know when my heart will find
A peace between my sole and mind
Someday hopefully soon
With the graces of the sun and moon
My heart, my mind, my body and my sole
Can end this life threatening tole
Categories:
thieved, love, heart, heart,
Form:
Free verse
** 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:
thieved, christian, faith, god, hope,
Form:
Rhyme
So no more shall his traitors hate;
For death's veils have made it late
To slight any soul time has called
To dine and wine in the city of gold.
And his tombstone does eerily stand
Above the grass on the watered land;
Where passers-by might donate a tear
To lament the passing of a jewel dear.
And wayfaring aliens of kindlier blood
May cast a tearful eye above the mud,
To read that fading nineteen-thirty-nine;
His twain names inked in italicized line.
And perhaps see therebelow two-zero-zero-nine,
Saddest hour the grape was thieved from the vine;
And maybe briefly stand still and belatedly mourn,
And sadly concede all must die that erst was born.
His only friends - merry butterflies during the day,
And the crickets who with mournful chirping pray;
Shall some keen vigil keep over his placid bones,
Throughout his rest beneath those tireless stones.
Copyright © Hannington Mumo | Year Posted 2021.
Categories:
thieved, appreciation, death, family,
Form:
Elegiac Lyric
once an old con bob hanks
greeted tellers with thanks
please call me dom
named for my mom
then thieved his way through banks.
Categories:
thieved, cheer up, confusion, farm,
Form:
Limerick
Down in the white famed plains of Western Kentucky in the 19th century, Alpha Omega Latham was born. Days after his father was shot on the porch, was the beginning of being, and the pass of a torch. Now that his father was gone and bereaved, his ma took the duties, after pa’s life was thieved. A boy now in school confused of his route, the chants “go west young man” were dawning some doubt about the feudal trail that rendered much clout. Humble his beginnings, picking cotton for a living, snowball earned his name, being the only white kid in the game. Just 8 years old, a drive that once ran cold was burning from his hands that were yearning, he decided to up and hop west to Burley. Idaho he headed, decision imbedded, the lure of the west, assured a new life to invest. Alpha Omega began again, and ended a chapter, his life was in spin. Now was his chance, of success in the west, opportunities gleamed, held tight to his chest. A poker man, many cards he swapped, to scrounge and buy half of a sporting shop. With a mere chunk of change, a last ditch effort, his puzzle pieces to arrange. Snowballs sports shop, came to fruition in time, from the train ride alone, with barely a dime, now land and wealth, the ladder he climbed. Owned hotels and houses, made his mark on the land, now standing on top, he created a brand. A beautiful family, the American dream, he lived it and proved it, while swimming upstream. Make your own luck, the idea that he stressed, sink or swim, was life in the west. As the depression was sweeping the country abroad, Alpha had summoned the lightning rod; providing help to his kin in Burley, he helped the community, even when surly. Was known to help any poor old soul, altruism was his ultimate goal. From a bitter ending, blossomed a graceful beginning, just because he lost one fight, didn’t prevent his winning. Twas the life of Alpha Omega, his ending was much brighter, a hero in the eyes of many, a true american fighter. Beginning now is a different page, to snowball his vision in a different age, on west my friend; be brave, not afraid, flourish each and every stage. For one bad ending, cannot cage the transcending, of the flower contending to fend off the sour, bursting out in Spring.
(iambic pentameter, verse)
Categories:
thieved, character, community, desire, dream,
Form:
Verse
New Orleans thieved my heart at the start of spring,
my stomach dropped along the bayou
across to Mobile on train.
She stopped long enough to sing
in keeping with the rain.
Atlanta's pink sky roaring,
sore throats to spotted ring,
caught a cold thru Chattanooga
winding north then west thru mountain bends.
To Tennessee, the accident,
where money grew on trees.
Stashed my pack behind a bush
til night passed by in a rush.
Waited for the sun to rise,
high above Tallahassee plains,
to warm the fire ants and cement
to return south on blacktop highway.
Categories:
thieved, life, travel, write,
Form:
Between Fear and Mirth sat Falsehood and Truth,
Who made away in a kissing-booth.
They snagged each-other in prickl'd vine,
Lit the scene in wax and wine.
As evening faded clear to dawn,
In her heart kind Truth true mourn'd.
For Falsehood thieved this memory-hers,
He stuff'd her head with larkspurs.
'This kind of thing I'm doing, I'm sure,
I'm sure it has been done before...
In this heart, this kind of heart, I'm sure
Lies a memory of this thing in mind,
Though I forget, in mind, I'm sure,
That the thing I forget is good and kind.
This I know, Yea, I spoke and heard,
That you who is kind remember these words.
This I know, I know Falsehood reclined,
In comfort and lux, with Truth beside.
This kind of thing I do, I know,
Was done again an era ago.'
Categories:
thieved, betrayal, cute love, day,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
My sunroom opens wide in three directions.
I feel as though I am in the midst of nature
in all seasons of the year, but I am enclosed
safely in my little quiet room. In the spring
I can see far to the south and east, many
acres of tulips or daffodils to inspire me.
To the west I see my neighbors fields which
may be any of varied crops. As the crops grow and
mature, I see the changing of the seasons.
Summer was late in coming this year.
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Cheated Summer
Laughing September entering
Dressed in her bright array.
Startled Summer calls on friend Sun
To keep Autumn away.
Summer had waited for slow Spring
To take leisurely leave.
With Fall demanding his full due,
Thieved time she can’t retrieve.
Categories:
thieved, seasons, autumn, daffodils,
Form:
Rhyme
When we turned eleven
our schooldays turned to memories.
The descent into the clanking dark
commenced as chalk-dust abandoned our nostrils.
Reborn as the men o’ the black seam
when we turned eleven.
I cried myself to sleep at night,
bones stiffened in pain from cramp and cold,
inconsolable in fear of the hidden reaper
in the clanking dark.
The passage of time robbed me of my tears;
icy pain, a constant companion,
a nagging fishwife,
‘till death do us part,
dulled down
as nerve endings died;
the fear of the hidden reaper,
blunted, suppressed.
I became a man, his childhood thieved
by the cutpurse hands of industry.
A man o’ the black seam.
Down into the shaft with my father and friends,
this desperate camaraderie of the doomed enslaved.
We rode the squealing lift at the crack of dawn
into hells’ colon.
Wrestling nuggets of black gold from the earthen guts.
Belly crawled through one foot of water
in two foot high tunnels.
Hacked at Satan’s visage ‘till each muscle howled,
each sinew screamed.
Recoiled, blind panic at the putrescent rat’s innards stench
of the ghostly whiff, the merest hint
of methane.
Then we went home the way we came.
In the dark.
In harmony.
Us men o’ the black seam.
The saddest blackface minstrels
you ever did see…
Categories:
thieved, history, life, loss, on
Form:
Blank verse
Granting no reprieve for myself,
I continue this journey.
This madness began moons ago
I let you have what you so willingly took;
My power. My self-worth. My sanity
As of this very moment, I rescind my yesterday
As of this moment, I revoke my power
My self-worth. My sanity
As you sit in the cracked and worn orange leather chair,
The sun rises behind you casting shadows all around.
Visible shadows, more than what remains in my troubled mind.
As of today, I'm taking back what you thieved from me;
My will. My strength. .My sanity
The sun continues to rise as it thankfully blinds my weary eyes
For I no longer wish to see what I once embraced.
I long to see myself as I once existed
Never to return to the vision of yesteryears
Categories:
thieved, betrayal, depression, encouraging, irony,
Form:
Free verse
One of many, a new world order, each day my minds eye sees another shade colder. The stars and the stripes mean a lot in my heart, the founding fathers message, why’d it have to depart? When tyranny strikes this land, in the guise of enemies overseas, the grand scam was planned, our true role in the middle east. They said rebellion to tyranny is obedience to god, repeating the term tyranny as if to foreshadow a facade.
We fund the terrorists right? Then they turn their backs on us, same thing happened with Saddam, the bubble surely busts. Brought him up on a rope, then hung him with the same, our flag should be all red, that’s the color we have stained. Liberty won’t last, unless the knowledge spreads like fire, we’re past that stage already, plan unfolding they conspired.
Trading liberty for security, simply doesn’t work, for we end up losing both, behind the masks they sit and smirk. Sermons written by a man, god’s will never inked, for what was written could’ve been contorted by a shrink; a racist or a murderer, could have written anything. Yet questioning is out of the question, so falsehood we will cling. The day our minds awaken as one, the liberty bells will ring!
Take our America back, before it’s far too late, tyranny is lurking, through deception guides their traits. Whoever issues currency, controls the state as well, writing all the rules of the road, we’re lodged to buy and sell. Snatch the rights from our hands, for the private and elite, everything and the shirt on our back, even how we speak. Guns will kill a man, though a system thats deceives, will rob the world of substance, stripping love to leave light thieved.
A government so vast, they could grant your every wish, then feed you till you overflow, still you don’t know how to fish. Could grab it back at any time, don’t believe me just you wait, trampling the constitution, truly seals our fate. You call it patriotism, I say that it’s a veil, want to know where the blood is shed? Just follow the paper trail. Liberty once lost is truly gone forever, so with speed we need to plant the seeds to restore; to solve this grand endeavor!
Categories:
thieved, america, evil, god, history,
Form:
Verse
He's above the earth, far away from my touch
Hanging in her arms of the sky
-Staring at me
A dream of eternal shone in our eyes
My love, unheard as a whisper
The vast horizon lave in his shine
I'm merely an admirer of his
As the vales lean their hand to feel him
and clouds tempt for a kiss
The sea portrayed him in her ripple
- greens in their leaves
Fortunate peaks thieved a hug
-the earth push her trees for a glance of him
Miles of silence was between us and
-Only our eyes spoke-
the pain and mystery of dark
He's near to the sea, sinking, to her lap
As a mid sunset, he stared, in my red eyes
My hands leaned into an unknown
- the soul ached, unconditionally
I felt my last bye, a promise of hope
He's above the earth, far away from my touch
Hanging in her arms of the sky
-Staring at me
An untold sensation abut my fingers,
-slowly every bit of my body
A hot breath breeze over me
And a fragrance of jasmine
And, A shine!
The sky bent over me, like a wish.
The words were granted; I'm your moon, my love
Categories:
thieved, fantasy, love, moon, nature,
Form:
Free verse
I would listen to your problem,
But I don't have time.
So, I will give a statement,
In the form of a rhyme.
Up the political ladder, I did climb.
I raised every dime,
But how I did it
Should be considered a crime.
The fact of the matter is
I really don't care!
So, go ahead and stare!
Your problem
Is not my burden to bare!
Who are you to talk to me
About what is and is not fair?
Don't you dare!
I know where you are,
But "I'VE never been there."
I always had a lair.
I had the good sense to be born of rich blood,
While the rest of you were born to duds,
Born to live in your houses of "HUD."
I'm a stud,
Born and bred to sling political mud.
From my home,
I've never been forced to leave.
So, I've never been forced to grieve.
Never been forced to receive
A note that left me peeved.
So, I don't know how it feels to be thieved.
And furthermore,
Like I said before,
I never looked for work.
All I had to do was walk through a door.
Job hunting is for the poor!
Not for those who soar,
Nor for those
Who are ahead in the score.
I never "HAD" to work,
But I always had a good job.
So, I really don't understand your mob.
I'm not "TRYING" to be a snob.
I just had to turn a door knob.
So, I don't know how it feels to be robbed.
So What!
So What!
What if a few jobs got shipped away?
You should be able to get a new job
Where ever you may.
You should be able to get a new job
Close
To
Where ever you stay,
Or at least
To
Where ever you lay.
Tomorrow is a new day!
And, in time,
You will be back on your feet.
Don't worry about being put out on the street,
Or those days
When you had to go without something to eat.
Are you going to let THAT
Spell your defeat?
Look!
Politics
Is the game that I play.
For me,
There can be no other way.
Some sacrifices
Are the prices that we are forced to pay.
So, listen to the words that I say.
Sooner or later,
The sun will come out
At least one day,
For you to feel
At least one ray.
Categories:
thieved, politicalpolitical,
Form:
Free verse