#stealing poems on Hello Poetry

Rose May 2018

What does it mean to banter me with knives. // Cold steel isn’t a toy, // it cuts to burn as it slices // through the air with a glint. // I’m not forever anything, // so don’t keep that in your mind. // Break that platform you stand on // because your choices will lead you // down a path where God can only do so much. // He won’t make your passion, // won’t take all of your sorrow. // He will guide and provide you comfort, // but all those circling vultures // will still be there. //
I see your sticky fingers // and your blazing eyes, // don’t pretend you don’t steal... // don’t pretend that you don’t mean to. // I know you do. // You take and take and leave nothing // but scraps I must race after; // like catching a one way train, // running as fast as you can // but all you catch is dust // and rocks that bite your knees. //
I won’t pretend to understand, // but don’t pretend to know this side of the fence. // Just because you see a movie of a dying man, // doesn’t mean you give everything into one relationship. // For you are stealing others time with you, // and my time with her. //
Expressions like the ones you hate, // are used for blind-careless people like you. // So go on and run in the fields of love. // Take a ship, // and if love fails // or fate decides her life is meant to end // and you’re left alone: // remember you decided to take that ship. //
Castaway’s don’t have family to throw them life vests... //
only strangers in the dark. //

Sincerely yours,

Women Who Puts Friends Before Men

To anyone who has ever seen blindly enough that they hurt others and take away their precious time.

#stealing #time #passion #faith #strangers

trf May 2018

Carnivore Cruise

The unscrupulous cavalry shuffled aboard narrow lanes,
Cutting in line towards Jager Bomb's tether,
Cluttered duffel bags concealing cheap champagnes,
Passing cruise ship commuter's ruffled feathers.

With their fake, "excuse me's" en route to the bar,
Coercing the conductor who's been under the weather
With smug smiles and counterfeit Cuban cigars.

Leaving the harbor three sheets to the wind
The cowards commandeered Grandparents pool chairs,
A little past midnight with no foresight of end,
An abrupt brawl broke out, fists flying through air.

A sightseeing whale trip turned into a ship from hell,
The assailants now held in a South of Wales cell.

Have you been on a cruise ship in the past decade? *** is wrong with the public? Forget chivalry it's been deceased for years, and courtesy, ha, they can't even spell it. Tighten up muffuckrs, show some gd decency or at least a little human respect, dignity. I have one simple rule in life, just one _ Don't be an asshole_That's all. ~Report: "People vacationing on a Carnival cruise ship this week in the South Pacific had their trip turned upside down thanks to a series of violent brawls that seemed to transform the ship from a paradise into a fight club."

#carnival #cruise #animals #stealing #grandparents #lounge #chairs #learn #to #swim

Jeff Gaines Mar 2018

Sometimes When You Steal

Hello everyone,

  I'm so very sorry … I feel horrible doing this, but I have no choice. You see, I have published my first book on Amazon/Kindle! This piece (and many others) had to be taken down because they do not allow published material to be available online for free. (Go figure) I wanted to leave the shell of the posts because I felt compelled to leave all your helpful and loving comments. (Silly sentimental, I know), but I also didn't want to just have the pieces disappear without an explanation. I feel bad enough as it is!

  I owe ALL of you so, SO much for all of your reads, love, and support. It was YOU that gave me the gumption to FINALLY get off my **** and publish! Thank you all for the warm comments, camaraderie, and encouragement! I will still be here, reading, uploading and just being the Rascal that I am. How could I EVER leave you guys?

  The book is called “The Way I See It – FictionPhilosophySoul Food” and it will be FREE for the first few days on Kindle Select, so watch for it, if you are interested. I hope that you go and grab it. If you do, I would also hope that you find it worthy, you would leave me a good review. That will help me get in the public eye! Soon afterward (2-3 days or so), it will be available in paperback.

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  Soon after, I also hope to have my first novel (a supernatural thriller), called “Wanderer” available as well!

  Wish me luck!

                                Big, Biggest Love,

                                               Jeff Gaines

When I lived in my beautiful cottage by the river, the old house across the street had been converted into a "flophouse", much like what unscrupulous landlords do in the 5 boroughs of NYC. They take a studio and make it a 3 bedroom ... they take a two bedroom and make it a 5 and ... well, you get the picture. The owner of this home had done the same.

SO, being low rent for being crammed into such a small space with others, it attracted ne'er-do-well's and transients ... at best. One morning I awoke to sirens and such invading my normally quiet and peaceful, dead end street. Apparently, a guy had been stabbed to death in the flop house ...

A ****** in my quaint little fishing village?

NO!

But, it was all confirmed by one of the local Police Officers there that was also a pal of mine. He told me that one of the "flops" was actually renting the couch and that another 'tenant" had placed a beer in the fridge for his early morning shakes. When he awoke and found it missing, he saw one of the same brand beside the guy on the couch. Infuriated that the guy took his beer, he repeatedly plunged a 10-inch kitchen knife into the guy in his sleep ... The poor soul never woke up.

What was really sad, was that it all came out somehow that it was NOT his beer and that the stabber's beer had been drunk by the stabber's own female "house guest" while he was asleep. I'm guessing her shakes came earlier than his?

Somehow, I'm reminded here of the W.C. Fields quote:
"Ah, the evils of strong drink!"

Also during that time in my life, I had helped two "friends" that were really struggling ... who, in turn, had then stolen from me ... one opportunistically and the other refusing to pay a large debt after I bought him a used car to help get him back on his feet.

Those frustrating "lessons" and the poor soul on the couch became this piece in my often-hard-to-understand mind. I know that he didn't actually steal the beer, but the parable, as-it-were, remains.

#theft #stealing #steal #dishonesty #betrayal

Phantom Poet Feb 2018

To steal

Why do people steal,
Some to provide their family,
With a meal,
Some just to prove,
They are better than the security,
Some kleptomaniacs,
Fulfilling their desire,
I see this cute thing on the aisle,
Take it and shove it in my pocket,
Or in one of many pockets in my jacket,
Someone left their Starbucks unattended,
The taste of fresh coffee blended,
"Oh excuse me sir "!
"You dropped your wallet!",
Within my pocket crumpled money stir,
The thrill of stealing,
And the reward gleaming,
Life is unjust,
I cannot change it,
Might as well be part of it.

#stealing

anotherdream Jan 2018

Thief

Like a thief in the night,
It steals all of my things,
Searching for joy,
Parts never to be seen.

Like a thief waiting to ****,
It waits for its chance,
Not moving a muscle,
Completely still.

Like a thief in my life,
It steals my character,
It ruins my sight,
Clouding reasons behind why I try.

Like a thief in desperation,
It will steal them for ransom,
Being susceptible to the temptation,
Unaware of the reigning phantom.

Like a thief of my heart,
It begins its deception,
Always taking part,
Destroying perception.

Like a thief of the cold,
It makes you unable, old,
Instead of bluffing you’re forced to fold.
Wishing of poverty being foretold.

Like a thief in the day,
It turns your vibrant colors
Into,
Gray.

We all have a thief inside us...

#thief #stealing #poor #stolen #heart #character #sad #ransom

Caroline Roche Dec 2017

WORD THIEF

Your sentences were gated,
And locked within your lungs -
Your words forbidden fruit to me,
The apple of your tongue.
The uninspired oft’ find it hard
To leave another’s song unsung.

So I harvested your phrases -
I burglarized your breath,
And nurtured all your laden words
‘Till there was nothing left.

And living with your hollowed words,
I died a stolen death.

#thief #stealing #words #death #hollow #plagiarism #steal #original #art #writing

Gabriel burnS Aug 2017

Stop

She keeps hijacking the most pure
Of my metaphors
I wonder if she
Sells them in slavery
To him;
Forced into prostitution
To the ****;

Who sells their own children
To their lover/business partner?
My only weapon is now
Saying the truth out loud

She offers him stolen
****** expressions
as sacrifice
but they were mine
I grew and nurtured them
I fostered and guarded them
And she took them away

They were merely thoughts
in my garden with osseous walls
I showed them to her,
gave them her tears
and her smiles,
gave them her names;
She picked them and ran,
claimed them not even
all for herself…
but for him…
the foreign body

This is merely one
in a line of treacheries
and I will no longer
allow her to fall
any further
into this monstrous
scar of transgression.

they die like fish out of the water... for you cannot replace a bird with a mermaid... and each ecosystem has its own equilibrium... the context is fragile and volatile...

#stop #stealing #my #expressions #for #someone #else

Poetic T Aug 2017

Looks Arent Everything

She was easy on the eyes
                       mesmerised
by her allure.

Momentarily we touched
                              delicately.
Stealing my heart
              as well as my wallet.

#pickpocket #stealing #heart #wallet