Prison Poems
#prison
Prison poems, here you'll find poems written in prison about being incarcerated in a jail or penitentiary. Prison poems offer views on crime and punishment, and what it's like to be locked up in jail, serving a sentence, or awaiting trial. Poetry about how prison and a criminal background can affect your life. Also poems about whether prison is the right way to rehabilitate criminals.
Hallucinating Alices.
Once upon a time, three Alices
decided to leave their parents'
houses and live alone.
Alice of Oz, built a pink palace by the sea
on a remote beach in Thailand.
Alice Snow, made a sand castle in the clouds
that hover over Mauritius.
Alice Joana Catrin Mariah Isabel Sondra Daisy Elisabeth
etc and such, she got a house of cards
made in the rainforest of Wonderland.
It turns out that the Alices had a common enemy,
who wanted to eat their raw livers for breakfast.
The Callipygian Witch, a perverse woman,
who,...
decided to leave their parents'
houses and live alone.
Alice of Oz, built a pink palace by the sea
on a remote beach in Thailand.
Alice Snow, made a sand castle in the clouds
that hover over Mauritius.
Alice Joana Catrin Mariah Isabel Sondra Daisy Elisabeth
etc and such, she got a house of cards
made in the rainforest of Wonderland.
It turns out that the Alices had a common enemy,
who wanted to eat their raw livers for breakfast.
The Callipygian Witch, a perverse woman,
who,...
#aliens
#evolution
#politics
#prison
#revenge
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I know your heart is wicked
Little Harry Sack was barely 6 years old when he found out by his parents that his heart was wicked
His parents were religious fanatics, who read the good book each and every hour
They isolated little Harry from the rest of the world
His father worked on the farm producing milk & meat to sell in town
His mother was a stay at home mom, strict and overbearing
Many of the locals didn't even know Harry Sack existed
His parents taught him that in order to be faithful to the lord, you must do what we say or want
Harry was given chores from morning...
His parents were religious fanatics, who read the good book each and every hour
They isolated little Harry from the rest of the world
His father worked on the farm producing milk & meat to sell in town
His mother was a stay at home mom, strict and overbearing
Many of the locals didn't even know Harry Sack existed
His parents taught him that in order to be faithful to the lord, you must do what we say or want
Harry was given chores from morning...
#family
#memories
#prison
#religion
#violence
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The Violence Continues
She had enough. Many times her father would could home staggering drunk, and force himself onto her. He didn't care. He had no regret when he would sober up. Her mother knew that if she ever said a word she'd be beaten & thrown out into the streets. She cared about her own hide and not her own flesh & blood. She came into this marriage with nothing and will leave the marriage with nothing.
Her daughter is now dependent on drugs. Any drugs to release her from this horror. Pills, heroin, meth, alcohol, anything to get her fucked up and to drown these memories.
...
Her daughter is now dependent on drugs. Any drugs to release her from this horror. Pills, heroin, meth, alcohol, anything to get her fucked up and to drown these memories.
...
#abuse
#anger
#family
#prison
#ShortStory
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Treating Love Letters Like Junk Mail
She told the police on her boyfriend
They nailed him with a suitcase full of heroin
He was tried & sent to jail
She was paid in full, the money that she was promised for helping out
She moved into a nice apartment
After a while, she got some letters from him
He didn't know that she was the one that had set him up
His letters were full of declarations of eternal love
The only thing that kept him going was thinking of her each & every day he sat in his rotten, stinking cell
She laughed at the letters and threw them away
After a few...
They nailed him with a suitcase full of heroin
He was tried & sent to jail
She was paid in full, the money that she was promised for helping out
She moved into a nice apartment
After a while, she got some letters from him
He didn't know that she was the one that had set him up
His letters were full of declarations of eternal love
The only thing that kept him going was thinking of her each & every day he sat in his rotten, stinking cell
She laughed at the letters and threw them away
After a few...
#apathy
#heartbroken
#prison
#rejection
#suicide
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a man's BROKEN EGO WONT BE PUNISHED but a innocent girl jailed for winning from attempt murder on her

#LifeChangingMoment
#manipulation
#morality #prison
#morality #prison
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~convoluted dark depths:: the swallowing gallows
rusted nibs
of this bloodied
pen.. breaks in that
decisive split second..
(a
ray of hope dawns
from it’s parted away
abrupt clucking splits
.. as an umbilical
home connect..
yet gotten cut off
for that lighted
chapter .. if not an
illumine.. )
..s e n t e n c e d
.
are only those
the so - system’s
scapegoats.. those
from their pleading
eyes of innocence..
breaks free..
from
the mindlessly
let loose volatility ...
of this bloodied
pen.. breaks in that
decisive split second..
(a
ray of hope dawns
from it’s parted away
abrupt clucking splits
.. as an umbilical
home connect..
yet gotten cut off
for that lighted
chapter .. if not an
illumine.. )
..s e n t e n c e d
.
are only those
the so - system’s
scapegoats.. those
from their pleading
eyes of innocence..
breaks free..
from
the mindlessly
let loose volatility ...
#conflict
#corruption
#death
#prison
#rebellion
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You.
Dear you,
Hey you. I can't talk to you. I call out your name, but you can't hear me. I miss you so bad that some days I don't think too clearly. You made me who i am today. And for that, ill tilt my hat, cause you taught me more than you will ever know. I just wish you were here with me to help teach and watch our daughter grow.
Life the way it is now, just doesn't seem real to me.. It’s almost like none of this is real, and i made up all these memories. Almost as if you died, or maybe it was me that died.. And if thats the case, hell is where I’ll be, until the day I can touch...
Hey you. I can't talk to you. I call out your name, but you can't hear me. I miss you so bad that some days I don't think too clearly. You made me who i am today. And for that, ill tilt my hat, cause you taught me more than you will ever know. I just wish you were here with me to help teach and watch our daughter grow.
Life the way it is now, just doesn't seem real to me.. It’s almost like none of this is real, and i made up all these memories. Almost as if you died, or maybe it was me that died.. And if thats the case, hell is where I’ll be, until the day I can touch...
#heartbroken
#loneliness
#prison
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Lichen Thallus
Apply the federation.
Allow a congregation.
Lose your mind to sedation.
Lose your kool; aid the plantation.
Planted in a vase.
No roots for me to trace.
No more individual face.
Just people losing the race.
A spore developing.
A hive of demons loudly sing.
Attract the greater being.
To destroy the weakest thinking.
A tree that only lies.
A mistletoe leeches the wise.
Time to prune the parasites.
Assassin's have a lonely plight.
Allow a congregation.
Lose your mind to sedation.
Lose your kool; aid the plantation.
Planted in a vase.
No roots for me to trace.
No more individual face.
Just people losing the race.
A spore developing.
A hive of demons loudly sing.
Attract the greater being.
To destroy the weakest thinking.
A tree that only lies.
A mistletoe leeches the wise.
Time to prune the parasites.
Assassin's have a lonely plight.
#hypocrisy
#money
#prison #SelfReflection
#prison #SelfReflection
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Coaching Coursing
Lots of leadership, little joy,
in the trenches of bureaucracy.
Forced smiles, empty looks,
in a sea of orders, lost dreams.
Endless meetings,
unrealistic goals,
constant pressure,
brutal burdens.
Where did the lightness
of being go?
Between spreadsheets,
no one can see.
Hours and hours
for no reason,
Walls echoe with frustration.
Creativity under lock and key.
The soul cries for freedom.
Forgotten in a dark corner,
talents are lost on the wall.
Bosses...
in the trenches of bureaucracy.
Forced smiles, empty looks,
in a sea of orders, lost dreams.
Endless meetings,
unrealistic goals,
constant pressure,
brutal burdens.
Where did the lightness
of being go?
Between spreadsheets,
no one can see.
Hours and hours
for no reason,
Walls echoe with frustration.
Creativity under lock and key.
The soul cries for freedom.
Forgotten in a dark corner,
talents are lost on the wall.
Bosses...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#freedom
#job
#prison
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Capstone
I destroy all around me.
I seek and always find.
I'm not always who I used to be.
I like to wander through my mind
The ends are always beginnings.
The day of death; I celebrate .
I'm betting on the winnings.
It was foretold straight from the gate .
I'm missing like the capstone.
Yet, a pyre in the midst.
An ancient echoing microphone.
A collection of all my wits.
The tourists all around me,
They question as I amuse.
I mock them as I folly.
I like to torture and abuse.
I destroy them with...
I seek and always find.
I'm not always who I used to be.
I like to wander through my mind
The ends are always beginnings.
The day of death; I celebrate .
I'm betting on the winnings.
It was foretold straight from the gate .
I'm missing like the capstone.
Yet, a pyre in the midst.
An ancient echoing microphone.
A collection of all my wits.
The tourists all around me,
They question as I amuse.
I mock them as I folly.
I like to torture and abuse.
I destroy them with...
#betrayal
#prison
#utopia
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The Mouth Amends

#food
#lust
#prison #sex
#prison #sex
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Check The Bishops Mate!
An arch bishop of Canterbury,
did not tell
Of John Smyth, who came from
some place in hell
Who regularly abused
young boys
Yet Justin Welby
made the choice
Of withholding evidence,
which deserves time in jail!
by Jemia
did not tell
Of John Smyth, who came from
some place in hell
Who regularly abused
young boys
Yet Justin Welby
made the choice
Of withholding evidence,
which deserves time in jail!
by Jemia
#abuse
#HumanRights
#morality
#prison
#silence
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