Robbed Poems - Poems about Robbed

...My childhood was meant for innocent adventures, Climbing trees and chasing dreams, not living traumatic ventures. But you stole that blissful promise with your heinous deeds, Planting seeds of......Read the rest...

...My childhood was meant for innocent adventures, Climbing trees and chasing dreams, not living traumatic ventures. But you stole that blissful promise with your heinous deeds, Planting seeds of......Read the rest...

...This happened last Fall, during Thanksgiving break. Lisa and I were at the MET (The Metropolitan Museum of Art), with her family, at an exhibit of Art Deco sculpture. Lisa and I came out of a gall......Read the rest...

...I swear to tell you the truth Nothing but the truth But your heart is so feeble And your spirit so brittle A whiff of it will make you syncope A little tyrant I am glad you are no pope No C......Read the rest...

...Dear mama, your image lingers clear, Your warm smile, your love sincere. Your heart, so beautiful and kind, A guiding light, now left behind. I yearned to make you proud, erase your tears, But......Read the rest...

...A point of view that I first saw back in my college years now seems to be quite everywhere, and that’s reason to fear. That moral relativism the toxic left promotes strikes me as at the greates......Read the rest...

...As I was set to go out on my horse One eve, despite pleads to stay from my course, Prone I was to take my hat from the rack, A whirlwind crested from the dusty tract, Lifting dead leaves from......Read the rest...

...No more Mothballs and cedar assault my nose The dust mites and stale air dry my throat A wardrobe that is just that The lion roars no more Neutered and robbed of his fire The l......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Nick Tipton lived a quiet life, west Kentucky, in rolling hills; been farming there for ten years, all according to his own will. This simple li......Read the rest...

...“Wandering through empty and crowded streets with no destination in sight and sleeping under the sky with the fire burning inside was my life, the life of a vagabond. Survival is a funny game and lif......Read the rest...

...** 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 thi......Read the rest...

...Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart; I breathe at this hour the fragrance of the lilacs, the violets, and the roses, as at twenty years ago. - Victor Hugo when lilacs blossom, ......Read the rest...

...Black and White – 3-18-24 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Black and White Black and white come in focus - Absent of prime – A slice of life exposed through the lens, A flash-......Read the rest...

... Marooned on the island of loneliness Shadows of delusion confront me In a stormy sea, I got shipwrecked And the sea has robbed everything from me What unanticipated change comes ove......Read the rest...

...For 'Guess Who' contest sponsored by Margarita Lillico Born in the abode of the angels, a blooming rose beautiful and coy; Glance even from different angles, as always you were a......Read the rest...