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.
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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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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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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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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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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Awaiting Death Row
As he awaits death row
There's something I think you ought to know
He has no remorse for the woman he killed
All died by his hands, this was the ultimate thrill
He has a list here of each girl, their age and how they died
Some had memento's he kept near his bedside
They all deserved to die, for the filth they were
Some were on drugs, while others would philander
Here's his list in year order:
Melissa age 18, dead in 1994,
cut her throat as she bled to death on the floor
Mary age 18, dead in 1995, ...
There's something I think you ought to know
He has no remorse for the woman he killed
All died by his hands, this was the ultimate thrill
He has a list here of each girl, their age and how they died
Some had memento's he kept near his bedside
They all deserved to die, for the filth they were
Some were on drugs, while others would philander
Here's his list in year order:
Melissa age 18, dead in 1994,
cut her throat as she bled to death on the floor
Mary age 18, dead in 1995, ...
#confessional
#murder
#prison
#rhyming
#women
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Diggin n Dyin (Cool Hand Luke)
Diggin n dyin livin n flyin(cool hand Luke)
Where are you now Plastic Jesus
You lived through me as I suffered
Nothing can be a real cool hand
Do everything you wish you did
You say boy I love you you’re a hero
Blue eyes pierce your fiction
Go fetch it Luke
Deader than hell won’t let go
You made a mistake about me
Took dog boys keys and off I go again
Living your dream
While I’ll suffer
Cool as the other side of the pillow
He can’t be deterred or broken down
A rebel with a cause ...
Where are you now Plastic Jesus
You lived through me as I suffered
Nothing can be a real cool hand
Do everything you wish you did
You say boy I love you you’re a hero
Blue eyes pierce your fiction
Go fetch it Luke
Deader than hell won’t let go
You made a mistake about me
Took dog boys keys and off I go again
Living your dream
While I’ll suffer
Cool as the other side of the pillow
He can’t be deterred or broken down
A rebel with a cause ...
#God
#prison
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Time In Jail Placed Us Apart
I told you I'd miss your breakfast, eggs over medium, bacon and grape jelly on buttered toasted bread.
But I could never imagine how it would make me feel waking up without you lying next to me in bed.
I miss the joy it brought you when you would tell the cows good morning, everyday.
I can still smell you blow drying your hair and remember watching you applying makeup to your face.
These are the memories I hold on to and pray will never fade.
Like "Suck it up, Buttercup", the term you use to always say.
But I could never imagine how it would make me feel waking up without you lying next to me in bed.
I miss the joy it brought you when you would tell the cows good morning, everyday.
I can still smell you blow drying your hair and remember watching you applying makeup to your face.
These are the memories I hold on to and pray will never fade.
Like "Suck it up, Buttercup", the term you use to always say.
#faith
#love
#memories #prison
#memories #prison
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