#stolen poems on Hello Poetry

Bryan J Townsend Feb 2015

my heart... it's missing.
I think it's been stolen.
have you seen it?

wait.

is that it?
in your hands?
how long...
h..ave you carried it?

dont worry you can keep it
...
for now at least
but please please.
please.....
take care of it
where ever you carry it.

#love #sad #heart #please #missing #stolen #carryit #keepit #deepressed

Thenotsosecretpoet Jan 2015

Stolen.

“I like his hair” said Karen

“I like his eyes” said Sue

“I like his smile” said Mary

"I like his laugh “said Lou

“I like his wit” said Margret.

“I like his ***” said May.

“I took his heart" smiled Jackie

“I stole it and hid it away!

#eyes #smile #hair #stolen #***

Jerome Austin Johnson Jan 2015

Wounded

Her wound bleeds fresh when she breathes too deep.
Her heart is hers to keep or let seep
Beneath the earth... Beneath the grave...
beneath the trees... there it lays!

Cool to the touch, and clutch by a corpse.
Her heart: eternally frozen in quartz.

Move on, my dear... he's dead.

#love #death #movingon #stolen

kaye Dec 2014

kleptomaniac

he walks by me
his scent lingering in the breeze
seeming so innocent--
oh so innocent--
in his faded jeans and white muscle tee.
the soundwaves fills with his voice
as he sings along
to the uncountable stares
prevailing in his presence.

our eyes never waver
as he fades out of our view.
but as we look back
at our unimportant,
insignificant,
unnoticeable selves,
all our chests had were gaping holes;
empty and desolate.
for he had cruelly,
but unintentionally --
out of fleeting impulse --
stolen our hearts.

#steal #faded #scent #jeans #stolen #s #soundwaves #muscle #thief #kleptomaniac

Timothy Stout Dec 2014

Soulless

The writings of my hand, are the words of my soul
You take my hand, you **steal my soul.

#love #words #soul #writing #hand #stolen

Katherine Elaine Wisdom Dec 2014

Condemnation of Stolen Poetry

You ask a question as if you already believe I am guilty.
I would never take something that doesn't belong to me,  and if I did,  I would ASK FIRST.
I especially do not take poetry.
I don't copy anyone else's work or imagination.
We are all family; each of us have a marvelous ability to delve beneath layers of ourselves by writing each section on paper.
Why would I borrow your layers when I have my own?
Inspiration is not something a thief can steal
There is the ability to grasp what is around you and feel emotions intensely, or you have a mind that moves with waves of thought and logical calculations.
Borrowing someone's poetry and pretending it is yours reminds me of borrowing jewelry from friends.
You make think it makes you look good,  but trust me,  people can tell that it doesn't belong to you

Someone close to me is accusing me of stealing their poetry from high school.

#poetry #stolen #ridiculous #thief #accusations

Always Ally Dec 2014

Never Dreamed Of That

She dreamed of leaving
But was stuck in a deadbeat town
One day she went outside
The next she was never found

#dream #girl #lost #stolen #kidnapped

Eli Seth Salazar Nov 2014

Morning sicknesses

Another sweet dream stolen from me
        the morning bare no sympathy
           Each day i awake the same
      Not eager at all to play this game
          A happy face I'm told to wear
       I brush my teeth and comb my hair
       Longing to return to my paradise
  For Even just one last hour would be safice

#sad #sleep #dreams #sick #tired #sympathy #stolen

Porcelainwings Nov 2014

Stolen childhood

There are marks on my body
that don’t fade with the bruises
A broken spirit can’t be healed by stitches,
And as much as I want to pull myself together
You relentlessly haunt me in my dreams
And waking up, screaming, I do realize
The pain is long gone,
But your deeds cannot be undone.

You stole my childhood,
But that’s okay, you can keep it –
All I want is for you to be gone.

#broken #pain #abuse #dreams #gone #childhood #haunting #bruises #stolen #marks