Stolen Poems - Poems about Stolen

Dawn crosses itself through my latenight dreams The bruised fingers of the skies, me awakening. Where light was spotted before the start This gray uncoils from my fist, squeezed with my heart. Now the breakdown of once shut eyes strain Dawn is called true daybreak — With another outward far off shine She's only ghost according to clockwork time Morning on glass...

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A withered hand,his body frail Where once formidable strength had been, He still had a cast iron will, but there was so much that stroke had stolen By: J.N.R Dutton...

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In your eyes a spark still survives A place where your dreams flies With your hand, mind and heart Created a sweet that was art One fateful day you questioned the books To find honey mouthed partner a crook The trust your partner did swear to abide Was stealing your dreams, a grin did hide Heart heavy with sorrow, your trust torn apart The...

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For a consecutive 6 weeks, You helped a project of "putting the lipsticks on the pig". Has the fence not damaged by the strangers, We would not have worked together. You helped keeping me safe from outsiders, Prevent people invading into my living quarters, But, you had stolen the key to my heart's locker, Made me seeing the fence as a...

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Did I get dropped out the sky or floated to the surface Was I sent up in a elevator from the underground I have never seen pictures of myself as a newborn or infant No baby stories about baby milestones dislikes or like Told, my cry sounded as if I had a bell on my tongue No baby stories...

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A fair pile of graded kindling and fresh limbs. Wooden spring, deep brooding in each fiber, the damp air won't help. White fire, a searing brain, a taxing task, omni-repetitive, still remains at one hand. Weakling losing life to the vain ones' trash-talk. Destroy nothing is what they did, flickering out in the same degrees they claim to cling in. A...

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Faded maps, Empty promises, A king's cruel decree. Shadows lengthen, On shattered temples, dust Chanting, a false saviour. Twisted truths, A poisoned well, Power's hungry grip. Ancient stones whisper, Secrets buried, buried deep, We must find our light. A single spark, Igniting the heart, Shattering the chains....

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I have no one to tell because no one is there, Even if they were I’m too ashamed to share. So although I want to scream and shout, I’ll keep it to myself and I’ll just write it down. Was my mouth moving but no words were coming out? Or did you just ignore the “no” that...

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MY PRAYERS ARE WITH MY FAMILY AND OTHER MILITARY FAMILIES WHO ENDURE SUCH HARDSHIPS USUALLY AFTER GOING TO ONE OF OUR DOCTORS APPOINTMENTS WE ARE TERRIFIED WE BARRICADE OUR FRONT DOOR CHAIN LOCKS CHAINS NONE OF THIS MATTERS BECAUSE CIRO GARGANO ARSON MURDERER OF 9 ELDERLY PERSONS MOST WERE ILL VETERANS ON OXYGEN MACHINES CIRO...

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Rain, drought's kiss for dry spell distances the tongue waving, so wild She blows on soaking leaves the owl, who's spooning rain, drought's kiss Land's fire caught still with the dizzying taste for dry spell distances With accidental DeJa'Vu for its downpour explodes the tongue waving, so wild....

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From the void of dispersions, the breath of my path was stolen without a whisper, As if I were not worthy of any confession or even a drop of grace. Just as an unseen step over leaves does not disturb the serene sleep of the earth, Silent, I was left to lose myself in the restless echo of...

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Our Stolen Days The given days we take, Childlike, heedless of consequence. We swallow them as our due, Our entitled share of happiness At least, the consideration of the stake Each of us holds in the balance Of fond remembrance or of rue, Our final denouement Before the last event. How easy to accept the simple days, The ones that pass as did our forebears'. The...

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I remember how the rose moon drizzled gold, when stars within your eyes danced, flickering pearls, curating a carnival of dreams untold~ while heavy skies unveiled tuscan truth, that twirls. But am I to swim through syllables of grief, for innocence was snatched by a soulless thief, stealing soft colors of sunsets with thick sins, as violin stringed heart sings on sharpened...

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In a Stolen Moment by Michael R. Burch In a stolen moment, when the clock’s hands complete their inevitable course and sleep is the night’s dark spell, I call it a curse, seeking the force, the font of candescent words, the electric thrill tingling from brain to spine to incessant quill— the fever, the chill. I know it as well as I know myself. Time’s second hand...

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Where are the pure white fields of moonlit snow? Where did the green fir trees holding crystal white mounds go? Where are the perfect snowflakes that wisp slowly downward? What I see now in front of me can only be called absurd All I see is brown and gray slush, plaguing my entire sight For this winter I dream I...

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