Valerie Dohren

Silver Star - 4,234 Points (13 January 1947 / Southport)

Stolen - Poem by Valerie Dohren

You took all the words from my lips
And left me with nothing to say
Then stole the bright sun from my sight
Thus chasing the daylight away

You captured the stars from my eyes
And now I’m unable to see
Then tore out my frail tender heart
So that I could no longer be

You seized all the thoughts from my mind
And now I can no more believe
Destroying the light in my soul –
O how you did my heart deceive

You then razed the smile from my face
Extinguished the love that I bore
Then stole every vestige of hope
So leaving me empty once more

You cut into each of my dreams
And now I am bleeding inside
Lay hold upon all of my life -
And you didn’t care when I died


Poet's Notes about The Poem

This is a poem about life and what it can do, and not about a person.

Comments about Stolen by Valerie Dohren

  • Gold Star - 22,834 Points * Sunprincess * (1/27/2014 9:26:00 PM)

    .....not only can life do these things... but can also bless us endlessly... (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 197 Points Spiritual Seeker (4/30/2013 5:16:00 PM)

    Stunning....beautiful. Love the depth of emotion. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,277 Points Patricia Grantham (4/25/2013 10:54:00 PM)

    Oh how beautiful is this poem. I couldn't help but wonder that these
    lines could be so full of love and intensity but yet be so soft and tender.
    An outstanding piece of poetry Honorable Poet! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 425 Points Joseph Anderson (4/20/2013 10:13:00 AM)

    The wounds of life made possible this poem of rare beauty and emotion.
    What is ahead in this up and down life may yet produce more beauty (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 12 Points Farah Ilyas (4/15/2013 2:12:00 PM)

    Beautiful.....full of emotions of wounded heart of someone...
    enjoyed it a lot (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,283 Points Shahzia Batool (4/4/2013 10:08:00 PM)

    Poets notes show how honest you are about the business of self expression Valerie...but as we know that poetry isopen to interpretation...i think you shouldnt have limited the scope of such a beautiful poem with a strong YOU...if we dont read it as an apostrophe to Life...its effect can b more lasting bcz in human bondings the I becomes dependent on YOU so willingly as u have described....loved it! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 8,667 Points Hazel Durham (4/1/2013 4:35:00 AM)

    This is so true, life can be brutal without care, kicking us when were down, taking away our dreams even our peace of mind!
    Outstanding write! (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,747 Points Anthony Di''anno (4/1/2013 2:37:00 AM)

    Very powerful. A beautiful albeit sad depiction of all that life steals. I hope for a sequel detailing all that life gives. Very well written Val. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 126 Points Kelvin Owusu (4/1/2013 2:14:00 AM)

    such beauty in a sad notion, excellent work (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 31,074 Points Valsa George (4/1/2013 12:08:00 AM)

    Life at times can tear us to pieces to be stitched together and healed over and over again and this process is repeated relentless until one day we totally succumb to what life has done - that's irrepairable! A beautiful write Valerie! (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 883 Points Mary Forrester (3/31/2013 8:58:00 AM)

    Oh how beautiful. Full of soul Valerie (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,470 Points Unwritten Soul (3/31/2013 12:40:00 AM)

    Definitely your pen is holding precious ink....this is just stunning, i think this is one of my favorite of yours! and your poem always beautiful_Soul (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 4,107 Points Diane Hine (3/28/2013 8:08:00 PM)

    Deja vu (I think I already read this)
    An impassioned poem with a smashing last line! - I very much hope you intend to write a sequel. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,936 Points Dave Walker (3/28/2013 4:54:00 PM)

    A fantastic poem, life can pull you down, sometimes
    people don't know it until it's too late. We live a fine line
    of having a happy life and having a bad one. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 28, 2013



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