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...

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Strangers

I once met a very old man, his name it does not matter.
He taught me many important things, among them,  "Listen, do not chatter".

I...

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"Cocoon"

They say...
a New World 
traces over the old,
leaving the unaware,
erased, far behind 

the old unaware, 
left far behind,
crawls the walls
in its web of lies
spinning suspect...

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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...

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** 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,...

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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...

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once an old con named bob hanks

greeted each teller with thanks

oh please call me dom

i'm named for my mom

as he thieved his way through banks....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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