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Meyssy ibert Nov 2017
Happiness is lived in snatches
It dares you to steal a bite of hope
It pushes you to relish it.
And by the time you swallow
It will vanish.
Ryan Holden Oct 2017
Tip toe upstairs, creep
Into my bedroom and steal
My heart, thief at night.
Àŧùl Sep 2017
When they were distributing cuteness,
Her soul stole a little excess of it,
And granted it to her body,
That body is so cute.

Young forever, she stole my heart,
Originally, I had no love left,
Unperturbed she made me right.

She is the dream wife of many,
Than all of them, I am so lucky,
Of an Angel you are a daughter,
Living your life you're like her,
Ever caring about me you are.

A* new hope has emanated,
Not just from my heart,
Definitely also from your.

Dismantled was the kingdom of grief,
I feel so elated now with relief,
So magical is your voice,
Care I'll 'bout you forevermore,
A fresh breeze blows unending here,
Rejuvinating my time you are,
Do hope for the future,
Eager is our love we've here,
Dearest lovers we are of each other.

Wisps of happiness float now,
Elephantine happiness ensues,
Rosy my jar has now spilled,
Effortlessly the grief replaced.

Mini packs of positivity we have,
You just need to have faith in love.

Near your heart I find my refuge,
Ever bettering is this ex-recluse,
Goaded you have me with love,
Antiwar you are like the dove,
Tight are the knots of our love,
I feel so lucky being with you,
Verbs of future like marrying,
Especially seem so practicable,
Solely coz of you, my dear *Pooh Bear
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My HP Poem #1667
©Atul Kaushal
Ahmed Ali Sep 2017
A Step..

It only takes but a step
To be a reader or a thief,
Now I wonder who will misstep
To cross the line, to be the thief?
Judging by your words down and up
Most of us do not have a belief,
To be right and to keep it up
And that is the greatest of the grief..!!

(Ba)
14.5.2017
[ comments about the reading the book either by barrowing or by stealing, On FB post mentions Iraqi tradition]
A thief is a thief even if he steals the book to Read.
Seema Aug 2017
I gave you my heart
You broke it apart
You reached for my soul
That was your ultimate goal
You threw me in the flames
To let burn, the unclaims
My captive soul cried
And over and over tried
But there was no escape
As the shroud was taped
I begged for my freedom
From his evil kingdom
But he let me burn--dead
And took my soul, instead...



©sim
Fictional
Hasan Aspahani Jul 2017
MY HOUSE is Your home. Your house is my home. Now, if I'm going in, I do not have to pry Your window anymore.

But, last night I tried to steal again in my own home. Silently sneak into Your heart, and hope You catch me.
sunprincess Jun 2017
Shakespeare had it right
At least I think so

"A rose by any other name
Would smell as sweet"

I hope Shakespeare doesn't mind
if we flip it around

A thief by any other name
would steal you blind
Let's not blame the color of petals
Anonymess Jun 2017
Intruder. Intrusion. In my personal space.
Violater. Violation. What you took, I cannot replace.
Material. Materialistic. But that that's not the point.
My thoughts. My feeling. Have been shattered open.

Intruder. Violater. You didn't just steal.
You took something from me more valuable.
Than diamonds and rubies and all the queens gold.
Intruder. Violater. You don't know what you hold.                              

Intruder. Violater. You've taken my purge.
Letters and answers and maps to my worth.
Intruder. Violator. You've taken from me.
Memories of where I was, who I am and I am how I came to be.
You've taken my heartache, my sadness and pain
But also the joy and happiness from life I have gained.

Intruder. Violater. Maybe something to sell.
You took my whole world and spun me around.
Material. Materialistic. Harmless. Maybe to you.
I'm shattered and heartbroken and there's nothing I can do.
I wrote this after someone broke into my flat only to steal my laptop. I wasn't so much upset that the laptop was stolen as about what was on the laptop. Years of memories and writing and feelings. Things I held sacred and kept sacred, just taken to be sold.
Raindrop May 2017
Sharp eyes that seem to pierce through my soul
Porcelain-skin and hands so delicate
Deep voice that captivates any lady
Alluring lips that any woman would kiss

A thief in disguised
As a handsome man in a decent suit
Or at times, in a plain white tee,
Has stolen my heart unconsciously

I’d imprison that man;
But with my heart thumping in my chest,
And my lips trembling; knees shaking―
He makes me so weak

Before I knew it,
I am the one that's been jailed;
I am trapped by my own affection
Allured by a thief
jww, you thief!
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