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.
mea_ultima_verba
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 7:11pm
22nd Jan 2025 7:11pm
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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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 6:39am
14th Jan 2025 6:39am
~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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Nowhere_
HaleyJade
HaleyJade
Poem Published
27th Dec 2024 11:14am
27th Dec 2024 11:14am
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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AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
1st Dec 2024 10:15am
1st Dec 2024 10:15am
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
100 reads
11 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 1:28pm
29th Nov 2024 1:28pm
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
83 reads
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AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 8:40am
29th Nov 2024 8:40am
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
110 reads
12 Comments
Tenderloin
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 2:33pm
23rd Nov 2024 2:33pm
The Mouth Amends
#food
#lust
#prison #sex
#prison #sex
214 reads
2 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 4:11pm
16th Nov 2024 4:11pm
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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King_Seraphiel
Joshua Jamal
Joshua Jamal
Poem Published
5th Nov 2024 00:59am
5th Nov 2024 00:59am
The Prisoner
I'm a soldier/
shields up when one draws closer/ a don't care persona/ and yet still sober/
I still feel young but I'm still getting older
Among people and yet still a loner/
I'm functional but still need a doner
I'm a son brother and also father
I have a wife on speed dial but too hesitant to call her
My blessed assurance is the medals on my collar
Also being able to come home and make it rain with coins and dollars
even though I shower and water hits my head instead of feeling alive inwardly I'm still dead
I have a woman I once knew laying...
shields up when one draws closer/ a don't care persona/ and yet still sober/
I still feel young but I'm still getting older
Among people and yet still a loner/
I'm functional but still need a doner
I'm a son brother and also father
I have a wife on speed dial but too hesitant to call her
My blessed assurance is the medals on my collar
Also being able to come home and make it rain with coins and dollars
even though I shower and water hits my head instead of feeling alive inwardly I'm still dead
I have a woman I once knew laying...
#FeelingTrapped
#prison
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sgtvasquezg
G. Vasquez
G. Vasquez
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 5:27pm
28th Oct 2024 5:27pm
I Believe In Miracles
"I Believe In Miracles", is what I saw itched above my bed in jail.
The first time I read it I thought, "I'd like to believe that as well".
Months passed and now I'm here.
Writing freely on the outside and loving you without fear.
I believe in miracles, that too I now see clear.
Because after twenty something years it's you again that I hold dear.
The first time I read it I thought, "I'd like to believe that as well".
Months passed and now I'm here.
Writing freely on the outside and loving you without fear.
I believe in miracles, that too I now see clear.
Because after twenty something years it's you again that I hold dear.
#faith
#fate
#love
#prison
#relationships
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1 Comment
oldmanG
Poem Published
25th Oct 2024 1:03pm
25th Oct 2024 1:03pm
Prison Blues(with no shoes)
Picked up a parlor guitar 11/21
Picked up a parlor guitar on 11/21
Picked up a guitar on a cold November
I don’t remember when I felt this down
Started strumming but it’s all about being blue
Strum a little longer I get up off the floor
Stomp my foot and feel the beat
But I just lost my shoes and belt
Hear that metal ring as it’s closing
I got the prison blues with no shoes
Got them old turnkey blues but where’s my shoes I don’t know
So I serve some lunch and when I can
Pick up my...
Picked up a parlor guitar on 11/21
Picked up a guitar on a cold November
I don’t remember when I felt this down
Started strumming but it’s all about being blue
Strum a little longer I get up off the floor
Stomp my foot and feel the beat
But I just lost my shoes and belt
Hear that metal ring as it’s closing
I got the prison blues with no shoes
Got them old turnkey blues but where’s my shoes I don’t know
So I serve some lunch and when I can
Pick up my...
#depression
#music
#prison
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2 Comments
sgtvasquezg
G. Vasquez
G. Vasquez
Poem Published
8th Oct 2024 10:15pm
8th Oct 2024 10:15pm
Contemplating On These Chains
Let me tell you what we tend to do. When you put a person in solitary confinement we try to play it cool. But that shit ain't even closely or remotely to being the fuckin truth. Laying on this uncomfortable bed, going crazy in my head. Steadily thinkin how you got me looking like a god damn fool. So I try to play some Spades but these hatin as bitches are cheating just the same. So I punched him in his face. Scared ass cellmates ratted me out so I caught another case. This ain't the fuckin place. Pacing in this tiny cell, what the hell am I to even fucking do. What happened to loving me and...
#breakup
#LifeStruggles
#love
#manipulation
#prison
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