Short Theft Poems
Short Theft Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Theft by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Theft by length and keyword.
brigand connoisseur
embezzling my precious stones
counterfeit romance
stealing but the refined part
sterile, barren heart remains
helpful or harmful
MacGyver or conniver
~ spidey-sense tingling
7/15/2022
Senryu (for you)
Image by Mark Toney using canva.com
Like a thief in the night who robs you blind,
Time steals away your youth, leaving old age behind.
© 08-25-2012
Time Couplet Contest
Oh,she stole,
The essence of my whole.
She is gone,
With the box of my fun.
My love's gone,
Not alone,even with my all.
Call me police,
Oh!,she is stealing off.
The thief of my creation - the robber of his own self-worth;
loaned fleeting triumph - doomed to spiraling downward - dazzle to dust, fast.
December, 30, 2019
If I had my hammer the blows truly and swiftly would land.
Bereft of implement overlong and injurious my task.
The deed, parting and depriving me of it, from your need or greed?
Petty Theft
Abandoned on a dark and dusty shelf,
a part of her forsaken self,
not forgotten, but a misbegotten
treasure of a stolen Christmas elf.
. for public domain and petty thieves
At the Lost And Found, I called Dial A Prayer
I had a map, but not a clue one
Old age yes, it must be identity theft, someone stole my life
Form:
when you made that hot apple pie
then placed it to cool on the hutch
it was the apple of my eye
and it tasted like it was dutch
When And Then Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jenish Somadas
1/20/20
The best anti theft lock for a car
Is appropriately stained jocks as the anti-theft bar
So have these jocks on the steering wheel
For a display to ward off the thief in their steal.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Everyone is brave
inside the café
Tall glasses of courage,
fear toasting itself
The sound of the motors,
the drape of the muleta
A court full of jesters
—reliving the lie
(Amtrak To 30th Street: May, 2021)
Who am I?
Am I the glittering pink eyeshadow pallet I crave?
Or is my sparkle dimmed by the hurt that swims amongst dull green
and fading tanned blotches on my face?
Can they see through my veil,
Through the very thing I am not?
You steal the shape of every curve
On every woman I deserve.
Your mask always covers the face
Of each girl I'd care to embrace.
Our past will not let me erase
Your image, not even a trace.
Now I fear all women left,
From your identity theft.
HandTwist LockSnap
SeatSlide KeyPush
GasRumble TireSqueal
RedRun SpeedFree
SmokeToke BoozeCruise
BlueFlash GunPig
HandFrisk RoughCuff
RightRead EgoFeed
DownTown ClownFrown
JailPail TimeSnail
JudgeFudge LawStraw
SlimeDime TimeCrime
OttoLotto BlottoGrotto
Target k ghar k aju baju tenants k roop me bandy rakhvao.
Target ki taaq me raho.
Moqa miltay hi target k ghar ghus jao.
Moqa na milay to kisi bahany darvaza khulvao.
Kaam tamam kartay hi nikal jao..
The success of an assailant's attack depends on surprise.Bruce lee
Sharing is good, a basic lesson
I learned in pre-school
And it’s what most people
Both rich and poor go on to do
But when it’s forced, coerced
Taken without consent
It’s not sharing
It’s just theft
Something I also got lessons about
When I was just a child
(1/10/26)
"a thief of my words who plunders my reflections- a leech parasite"
___________________________
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
I caught a glimpse of him by moonlight
Gone with the pie the thief in the night
Called up a private eye who’s bright
To have before the clock strikes midnight
My pie returned without a bite
Otherwise beware to each and every parasite
My next pie will hide a stick of dynamite
AP: Honorable Mention 2023, Honorable Mention 2020
You know that they are many
And you’re asking ‘if any?’
Those who could kill for Penny
For it search Nook and Cranny
You know that they are heady
And for lynching The Ready,
For every touched property
And The Thief of Puberty
And just there - Pubic Hair
Making The Theft Quite Unfair …
A Poverty of Ideas
By Man who Poverty fears!
Deals in a bookstore are the steals
I hoard on bookshelves—dull old stories
I borrow from a boring book.
Look at my life—an open book
That begs for life support and steals
Each day, each night as hum-drum stories.
I worry that my forty stories—
The high-rise building of my book—
Are just as cheap as all my steals.
My life steals stories from a book.
Cookery is slavery if you don’t partake of the meal
It becomes foolery if you keep settling the bill
It is misery if you repeat the drill
Familiarity leads to rats chilling in the grill
Employment is exploitation if you can’t get a fair deal
It becomes poverty if you keep taking the pill
It is deprivation with tax deductions on your will
Gullibility that leads the thieves to steal
Smash and Grab
Loot and nab.
Did your parents tell you, it is Ok to grab?
Stash and run.
Who taught you stealing is fun?
Job by mob.
Never had a job, for you I sob.
Crash the glass.
What care you, about the owner’s cash?
In and run out.
You sin and with joy, smile and shout.
In jails, you belong.
Lights out early and no late night songs
12/11/2021
I remember this one time
when I was nowhere near my prime
and somebody made off with my heart.
My mother watched in disbelief
and told me to chase the thief
and to stop giving in to grief.
I was falling behind in the race
so mom told me to pick up the pace
or to file a missing heart’s case.
I am still trying to reclaim
what was taken from my domain
because the four plugs are all that remain.
Mind theft occurred
It was a kind of stealing
Geneivat da’at
Hebrew for deception
Capturing it for the abuser’s empty self
Placing it in its own circle of Hell
Ripping apart the fabric of life
It created one mind between two persons
A terrifying harm was done
Cruel and brutal surgical control
Then Looking out from poverty
We saw nothing that belonged to us
Where all promise once existed
There was now just an empty husk
….
In lands where olive trees were once tended with care
echoes of laughter from the indigenous ones
beneath a sky where foreigners cast their lies
Where dreams were lost and all hope died
children's eyes opened wide with fear
memories of peace now blurred and unclear
Horrors whispered in the dark of night
Zionists crimes of plunder and plight
fields once fertile now stolen by knife
In the name of the mafia they've taken my child's life