Stealer Poems | Examples

The Dream-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 and empty walls
a lover lost in passion’s heat
will find their heart grown slow, discreet

the painter wakes with trembling hands
his colors drained like drying sands
the singer coughs, her voice undone
the poet stares—but finds no tongue

she keeps them all in hollow glass
a thousand dreams that none surpass
some hum like wind, some scream like fate
some claw the dark, but it’s too late

for once they rest in faery hold
no hands of man can break their cold
a wish once lost is lost for good—
she leaves them hollow, where they stood

so bolt your doors, and bar them tight
do not give welcome to the night
for if she comes and takes your spark
you’ll never wake beyond the dark

thinking the mushroom stealer is cute

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 booms.
“What happened?” she asked me, her face a weird pink.
“he only likes to steal them, “ I told her, his name is Wink.

She waited for him to return, but he never came back.
I heard he is stealing ‘shrooms hither and yon in Hackensack.

The Stealer and the Blesser - John 10: 10

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 destroy
refuse his advances to follow him
turn to Jesus to find real joy

Now turn ourselves to the blesser
who has come to bring life anew
for this life is truly God-given
from which comes Jesus on cue

This life is without measure
for it's abundant and really free
the blesser comes to bless His own
because He died on Calvary's tree

(" The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.")
John 10: 10 (KJV)

Stealer of Children

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 to see them
   running in the door,
   coats and hats and mittens,
   footprints on the floor.
Cardboard forts and castles
   and the day they tried to take
   sand buckets full of water
   to make a bedroom lake!

Another trip to the E.R.
   Superman has tried
   (with a towel for a cape)
   to fly above the concrete drive.
My daughter's arm is up around
   a Great Dane's hulking dome.
   He's all alone, she said
   and declined to take him home.

The toaster that they took apart
   to see how it was sprung,
   signal beeps from bedrooms
   where a net of wires was strung
In hope of snaring messages
   from Tokyo or some Hong Kong,
   lipstick on the bathroom tiles
   when guests were due to come.

I play my games with memory toys,
   pretend they're real again,
   but something of it's gone;
   It's time, time is the stealer of children.

Message To the Energy Stealer

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 time in twenty-two years actually.

Wonderful here with my hot orange tea with a drop of lemon,
In my Bohemian style home with orange, pink, yellow and golds.
Fabrics you would certainly have not enjoyed – an eclectic clash.
Stripes, paisleys, polka dots too; a cherished nest.

A haven, a Shangri-La because you are not stealing my joy.
I am indestructible now, sun-hearted, totally jacked into my soul.
In my escape from you, I became my most utter and believable me.
So in this one slice of a second I say thank you.
Then I shall travel on into the next twenty-two years
Without thought of you at all.

Show Stealer

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 scanning the audience 
as a hush fell over the packed house.

All were breathless with anticipation, waiting to hear 
her sing. Then she sprung a show-stopping surprise!

Mouths were agape, the applause, deafening. 
A show-stealing star was instantaneously born!

It's difficult not to be moved by 
the young soprano's lachrymose powerfully sung aria

The audience made their exit, astounded!



Free Verse Fever - A - Poetry Contest (Winner: 2nd Place)
Sponsored by Lu Loo
Date written: 01/19/2020
I chose: Astounded

Mind Stealer

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

The Heart Stealer

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 unfaithful lover
love is only faithful when given by a mother
i've an issue with trust betrayed by lust not fair or just 
concrete foundations turned to dust a golden ring turned to rust
fate the card dealer infidelity the heart stealer
                      time the great healer

Attention Stealer

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

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 DreamStealer,
as time steals another dream once again.

The sands of time,
are melted into tears.
As the dreams you dream,
fade away with the years.

Finally the tears you cry,
crystallize in your eyes.
For you cannot fill an hour glass,
with dreams that are never realized.

Life's dreams shattered by the DreamStealer,
will never be a dream again.
Time steals another dream,
tipping the hour glass once again.

By Donald L Holmes

Dream Stealer

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 by your shade
or reality check I'm the one who was blind
not to see your dark motives.
A classic hustler for that matter.

Oh but unfortunately i should say,
of all the dirty tactics you planted along the way,
my dreams, my hopes and my will to be...
are the things you couldn't steal away from me.

The Dream Stealer

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 is the one to keep.

The dream keeper steals and locks away
You pray you will dream it another day.

The labyrinth of the mind is deep
The deepest dreams are there in sleep.

But deep dreams bring desires too
We grope but lose like morning dew.

Through the labyrinth of passages in my mind
searching for dreams one hopes to find.

Stalking and stealing ones dreams you see 
Because the dream keeper is really me.

© 13/11/2012 ~GG~

Entry For Deep dreams Contest .

Satan the Sheep Stealer

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

You Little Stealer

menace to feeders
                                      squirrel extends from tree branch
                                                 steals tasty morsel

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