Stealer Poems - Poems about Stealer

they call her kind, they call her bright a whisper soft, a spark of light but fairies lie, and mortals weep when stolen dreams no longer sleep she flits through keyholes, thin as mist with ice-cold breath and silver wrist her fingers pluck, her hands embrace the dreams that drift on moonlight’s lace a child who dreams of golden halls will wake to bare...

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he is short, but cute, the pink-haired teenager said to me. I turned and looked and gave her a friendly tee-tee-hee. That is the mushroom stealer, I know this guy well. He stole all of the mushrooms from my Aunt Lucy Bell. The girl turned and said “I can give you some ‘shrooms”. The guy disappeared, with two weird sonic...

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There's a stealer always about prowling around to see what to steal he's the father of lies no doubt seeking to delude you to appeal His intent is to draw you in with the aim that you, he would kill be sure never to give him your time looking over your shoulder never be still This stealer is Satan himself who seeks always to...

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The children come to visit once or twice a week and they are fine, I'm sure, but not the ones I seek. Though tall and fair and handsome, not who I'd choose to meet: those grubby-kneed and tousled, the freshly apple-cheeked! Oh, what I'd give...

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Fantastic that you take so much energy from others They shiver, shake, crackle, and frolic into your life Not realizing you are the energy-stealer. I curl up with my cat and my books, comfortable No, thriving, now that I have evolved into a my own wholeness How often do I think of you my dear? This is the first...

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The opera isn't over until the fat lady sings, the demotic aphorism goes Before the curtain goes up at the opera house, someone least expected comes out to close the show She was no fat lady. Rather, a young soprano. A shy young girl about the age of sixteen. She takes center stage; unsure of herself. Her eyes nervously...

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like a deer driven from the woods to the city - thief of thoughts fears all Won first place in A thief who Steals your thoughts Poetry Contest sponsored by Bobby May...

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i will do everything to protect my heart a machine gun nest a kevlar vest i'm ready for cupids test no femme fatale no girl next door no milf no vamp no milf no high class whore could breach my defense and hurt me more a damaged heart needs time to recover by scars inflicted by an...

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Descending down the spiral stairs Everyone look up and stare Hair cascading unto her shoulders Site of flesh on a slit tighter She wore a flush of rosy red A necklace graze the throat The bodice hugs the hips The heels clicks with each step She converse with eloquence Moving with checked elegance Each word marks intelligence A symbol of controlled temperance by: olive_eloi 6:34pm 01/19/2014 ----------------»»»»»...

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Dream stealer Dazzled by the lightning, thrilled by dreams of thunder. Filled with magical, mystical, tingling sensations, that fill my hour glass with dreams of such beautiful wonders. Then the pains of life, became partners in crime with time. Creating the DreamStealer, Stealing the dreams of my prime. Time does not ease an hour glass, filled with dreams of pain. Tip your hour glass to the...

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You snatched my dream little rude night thief i was in the dreamland playing with nymphs when you showed and starting to mess. How you could bear handling my fate when you couldn't give destiny a face? You are such a sweet liar in disguised how could i be so trusting and not be so wise, reasons are lame why i was blinded...

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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...

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Past midnight hour, there’s no dreams to keep The labyrinth walker has stolen sleep. The keeper of the deepest dreams Lets not the dreamer dream it seems. The labyrinth walker stalks the mind Dreams locked away one gropes to find. The deepest dreams the inner most desires Kept locked away until memory tires. Searching for that dream so deep The one that...

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Satan is the sheep stealer the con wheeler and dealer Such a sneaky snake lulls sheep to sleep desires their crown What a para-site! What low-life creep! says the Second Death will keep them bound but this reasoning is not sound he wants you down he wants your crown...

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menace to feeders squirrel extends from tree branch ...

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