Robbing Poems - Poems about Robbing

Where has my smile run off to? Oh, I don't pretend that it's gone entirely, that it doesn't make any appearances. But that's not the dilemma. It doesn't stay for long, doesn't have a home here anymore - and that's what I mean to decry. When you say that you've broken down on the side of the road, it's supposed to mean your car. Not...

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Nine in the morning, every day, The bank pushes its doors open wide, Open for the whole town to deposit, Once they walk inside. On this one day five men came in, All dressed in sheer robe and hood, They menacingly staked out the whole place, Taking their positions, they stood By the counter forcing all to lay down, Then...

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My supervisor ambled by one day To tell me he was adding one more to my load: A juvie no other counselor could reach. What could I say? Gerry was a worldly-wise fifteen, A self-assured, well-spoken lad Whose attitude was such That nothing you could threaten mattered much. He had a history, this young man, A JD rap sheet that a decade...

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In life, Avarice, In the rise, Even for a plate of rice! A poor to rich, A rich to more rich, To enrich, A walker to cyclist, A cyclist to motorist, To enlist, Avarice, In the rise, Taking the Sky up wise, In a home of some souls, One to hold all, In a soil of whole, One to hold all, Avarice in the rise like the night mice, Over the trees where...

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kissing me softly with your troubles, robbing my life with your pains. killing me gently with your longings, singing i don't want to be without you. remeniescing the past without you: toying with secrets and consecquences, holding your teardrops in my memory, as a promise for keeping, running away from the drama, hiding away in a get away, trying to start new again, trying not to...

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LIBRAS ~ Two of a kind by;Frank Enigmatic SOUPER STAR--Only you know who you are. Since we first met you've come so far. Diamond Darling of the SITE--Soul on Fire--Never TRITE. Your varied edges cast Blue light. Our BIRTHDAYS are the same-- You share my Pretty Sister's Name. A tease of Fate?...perhaps--She loves to play her games. Friends here easily let me...

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Reading the obits they saw his demise Their interest peaked, a crime they devised They ransacked his home, stole memories, treasures Not giving a thought to their hurtful measures While robbing the dead, and raping his heirs What gain could be found from stealing his wares His children were awed by the cruel scam And no one knew why thieves went on...

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I had survived how many summers? Five? Six? 'til, self-taught, I learned at last of terror that lurks in situations which those I trust (myself included) would swear offer only perfect safety... My ball rolled under my Grandma's house and I, well-guarded, scuttered after to retrieve it, mindless of the tarry soil fleeced with fluffy, small red feathers, newly molted by matrons: hens that...

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