Poems About Prison Seeking Friendly Advice
#prison
oskar
Poem Published
12th Aug 2020 7:30am
12th Aug 2020 7:30am
wars we like
wars we like
Do we like wars as long as it is at our doorstep
the Russians fought in Afghanistan and lost hands down
the USA took over this unwinnable war so far it has lasted
Twelve years with no end in sight.
The USA lost the Vietnam war, but Hollywood came
to the rescue made movies of brave soldiers whose every
bullets hit a target, yet they fled from the rooftop in Hanoi
it was a sickening sight.
In the meantime, the French are fighting a war against the rebellious
in central Africa to defend and give the presidency
to those...
Do we like wars as long as it is at our doorstep
the Russians fought in Afghanistan and lost hands down
the USA took over this unwinnable war so far it has lasted
Twelve years with no end in sight.
The USA lost the Vietnam war, but Hollywood came
to the rescue made movies of brave soldiers whose every
bullets hit a target, yet they fled from the rooftop in Hanoi
it was a sickening sight.
In the meantime, the French are fighting a war against the rebellious
in central Africa to defend and give the presidency
to those...
#Africa
#utopia
#prison
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2 Comments
Valeriyabeyond
Dhyana
Dhyana
Poem Published
18th May 2020 4:57am
18th May 2020 4:57am
The Feeding
Led to the slaughter,
we were
Aftermath of self isolation,
community lockdown, for our
protection this fucken virus.
Mental health, no longer
a concern instead it had
become degrees of
mental illness
Healthy minds deteriorated,
shutting down their will
to manage
Hunger, not familiar to most had
become starvation
Vitamin and mineral depletion
was the new normal
Netflix gone,
replaced with Public Service announcements
"Your number will be called
when your...
we were
Aftermath of self isolation,
community lockdown, for our
protection this fucken virus.
Mental health, no longer
a concern instead it had
become degrees of
mental illness
Healthy minds deteriorated,
shutting down their will
to manage
Hunger, not familiar to most had
become starvation
Vitamin and mineral depletion
was the new normal
Netflix gone,
replaced with Public Service announcements
"Your number will be called
when your...
#politics
#death
#prison
519 reads
6 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
29th Feb 2020 9:32am
29th Feb 2020 9:32am
Jack in a Box
i’ve seen things that should not be
and I had lost my mind
I look into the glass
but it’s half empty
and they wonder why
life was never a joke to me
because I’m not a ragged toy
why can’t I just let the past go?
because they made it perfectly clear
that they'd rather see me in solitude
and waste away my years
I thought my dreams stretched like the ocean
but all this time I was trapped in a box
sometimes I hate to face reality
when all is dark, I’m a freak
surrounded by walls that suffocate me
I was never...
and I had lost my mind
I look into the glass
but it’s half empty
and they wonder why
life was never a joke to me
because I’m not a ragged toy
why can’t I just let the past go?
because they made it perfectly clear
that they'd rather see me in solitude
and waste away my years
I thought my dreams stretched like the ocean
but all this time I was trapped in a box
sometimes I hate to face reality
when all is dark, I’m a freak
surrounded by walls that suffocate me
I was never...
#loneliness
#prison
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3 Comments
EdibleWords
Poem Published
12th Nov 2019 3:22am
12th Nov 2019 3:22am
Stitching Up Myself
Of supreme importance is my accountability
With morals foreign to bankrupt liability
Many weapons in
many forms
are aimed
all aimed one way
...to do the unimaginable
Rows of writers aiming fingers
keyed to trigger at the signal
Ready to undress the serial deviant;
Remotely moving prison broomsticks
Ready to write a new ending
a fresh beginning
an apocalyptic plot line
The truth hurts worse
than all the other things
the guilty man will face
With morals foreign to bankrupt liability
Many weapons in
many forms
are aimed
all aimed one way
...to do the unimaginable
Rows of writers aiming fingers
keyed to trigger at the signal
Ready to undress the serial deviant;
Remotely moving prison broomsticks
Ready to write a new ending
a fresh beginning
an apocalyptic plot line
The truth hurts worse
than all the other things
the guilty man will face
#apocalypse
#prison
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1 Comment
blinkers55
Poem Published
27th Aug 2019 2:59am
27th Aug 2019 2:59am
Them
Them walls is black
them keeping us back
them bars is white
them let in no light
them leg irons is rusty
prison duds crusty
them meals will not fill us
them guards simply kill us
them cops frame us up
them judges is corrupt
them sentences longer
them punishments stronger
I wakes again in jail
them keeping us back
them bars is white
them let in no light
them leg irons is rusty
prison duds crusty
them meals will not fill us
them guards simply kill us
them cops frame us up
them judges is corrupt
them sentences longer
them punishments stronger
I wakes again in jail
#betrayal
#prison
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1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2019 7:07pm
3rd Jul 2019 7:07pm
nurses
6 Indian Summer
Nurses
What an odd career choice. The first nurses
let patients die in agony since it was God‘s
In suffering the patient found god.
Later in Victorian times, it was well to do ladies domain, cleaning of bedpan and so on.
Today it is a profession, in a country like Norway one
has to study long to become a nurse, but the pay
is good, less so in Britain- nurses come in many guises
some are tall and some smell of garlic, furtive cigarettes
and worst of all some nurses smell of a nasty blow job
but they all have in...
Nurses
What an odd career choice. The first nurses
let patients die in agony since it was God‘s
In suffering the patient found god.
Later in Victorian times, it was well to do ladies domain, cleaning of bedpan and so on.
Today it is a profession, in a country like Norway one
has to study long to become a nurse, but the pay
is good, less so in Britain- nurses come in many guises
some are tall and some smell of garlic, furtive cigarettes
and worst of all some nurses smell of a nasty blow job
but they all have in...
#Africa
#city
#beach #prison
#beach #prison
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1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
5th Jun 2019 11:09am
5th Jun 2019 11:09am
not my story
Not my story
During the fight of the French and the Algerians
I was caught in the middle of it.
A French surgeon who sided with Algeria, had
Given then vital information and four of us legioners
We're told to execute him.
When we arrived, he was in the middle of surgery
So we decided to wait, none of us wanted the job
But orders are orders so we waited
Finally, he came out we had guns at the ready
And he said: I don’t want any of you to be guilty2
By then he popped a pill in his mouth and died
Instantly, an ambulance was...
During the fight of the French and the Algerians
I was caught in the middle of it.
A French surgeon who sided with Algeria, had
Given then vital information and four of us legioners
We're told to execute him.
When we arrived, he was in the middle of surgery
So we decided to wait, none of us wanted the job
But orders are orders so we waited
Finally, he came out we had guns at the ready
And he said: I don’t want any of you to be guilty2
By then he popped a pill in his mouth and died
Instantly, an ambulance was...
#Africa
#city
#beach
#prison
#Britain
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2 Comments
LennyBlue
Poem Published
25th May 2019 2:18pm
25th May 2019 2:18pm
I Forgive You With Death
I tasted blood last night in
in the dark dripping red light alleyway of my mind.
We meet online, I told you I’m gay,
you believed your gift was easy prey.
I lived with your touch since I was eight,
now this is my time this is your fate.
A soldier preparing for war,
everything was thought out before,
a hidden knife,
the note to my wife.
Walking slowly to me, a familiar stench,
your dark black gaze greeting mine.
Embracing you like a tiger with his kill,...
in the dark dripping red light alleyway of my mind.
We meet online, I told you I’m gay,
you believed your gift was easy prey.
I lived with your touch since I was eight,
now this is my time this is your fate.
A soldier preparing for war,
everything was thought out before,
a hidden knife,
the note to my wife.
Walking slowly to me, a familiar stench,
your dark black gaze greeting mine.
Embracing you like a tiger with his kill,...
#childhood
#murder
#death
#prison
#revenge
427 reads
9 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
19th May 2019 6:16am
19th May 2019 6:16am
Cat and Dog on the Lamb
I:
A big ol’ tabby male called Zack,
Had grown up with Lady, the bitch.
Life in the pound around the back
Each time a dog or cat would ditch,
Was hell just like a prison break,
Till Zack and Lady did likewise
And busted out for all their sakes;
The inmates barking their goodbyes!
So on the road without a dime,
Their empty stomachs start to growl.
The two of them have done their time,
And stalk the alleys as they prowl.
Both start to plan on their first crime,
And thru’ the stockyards...
A big ol’ tabby male called Zack,
Had grown up with Lady, the bitch.
Life in the pound around the back
Each time a dog or cat would ditch,
Was hell just like a prison break,
Till Zack and Lady did likewise
And busted out for all their sakes;
The inmates barking their goodbyes!
So on the road without a dime,
Their empty stomachs start to growl.
The two of them have done their time,
And stalk the alleys as they prowl.
Both start to plan on their first crime,
And thru’ the stockyards...
#love
#dogs
#cats
#humankind
#prison
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10 Comments
blinkers55
Poem Published
25th Feb 2019 7:17pm
25th Feb 2019 7:17pm
Prison Song
the bars are not set firm
although they are of fired steel
risin and fallin, infirm
expandin and contractin
like actions reactin
like Gods breath of life
moving in time with rib cage
there is no time like prison time
where the few freedoms by the man granted
are bleached away with a single flush
a disinfected pine smelling gush
the mark of a man tattooed
man forced on man like bitches
rules apply snitches get stitches
shanks approved
the singin stoollie's song
is not prevented by bars
but...
although they are of fired steel
risin and fallin, infirm
expandin and contractin
like actions reactin
like Gods breath of life
moving in time with rib cage
there is no time like prison time
where the few freedoms by the man granted
are bleached away with a single flush
a disinfected pine smelling gush
the mark of a man tattooed
man forced on man like bitches
rules apply snitches get stitches
shanks approved
the singin stoollie's song
is not prevented by bars
but...
#freedom
#prison
#FeelingTrapped
519 reads
4 Comments
SimpleTon
Poem Published
28th Aug 2018 12:57pm
28th Aug 2018 12:57pm
Gangsters
Vulnerable and alone?
Enter the code
Click accept the download.
You are about to upload Gangbangers programme.
Your bodies living for the Gang
Your hearts beating for the Gang
Your lungs breathing for the Gang
Your bloods pumping for the Gang
Your hands are punching for the Gang
Your legs are kicking for the Gang
Your mouth is speaking for the Gang
Your mind is thinking for the Gang
Your whole existence is the Gang
You ain't a man once you join the Gang
It's like your a robot or a machine
Your like a puppet...
Enter the code
Click accept the download.
You are about to upload Gangbangers programme.
Your bodies living for the Gang
Your hearts beating for the Gang
Your lungs breathing for the Gang
Your bloods pumping for the Gang
Your hands are punching for the Gang
Your legs are kicking for the Gang
Your mouth is speaking for the Gang
Your mind is thinking for the Gang
Your whole existence is the Gang
You ain't a man once you join the Gang
It's like your a robot or a machine
Your like a puppet...
#dark
#violence
#prison
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Midnight_Craving
Poem Published
6th Aug 2018 1:58am
6th Aug 2018 1:58am
Chain Gang Poet
I can't tell you to do right. that's something you must learn on your own, I wonder and I cry and cry again.
while you wait behind bars...
I know it hurts ...especially now that your a parent too. looking up into the jail ceiling and seeing only your little son's eyes gleaming back at you.
Whats society has brought you this time?
An obstacle or a shame?
You can say "I didn't do it , I swear" but everybody says that in there.
and the word i'll change is a 1,000 times overused .
I hope you know that we will wait and hope for a quick and speedy trial but...
while you wait behind bars...
I know it hurts ...especially now that your a parent too. looking up into the jail ceiling and seeing only your little son's eyes gleaming back at you.
Whats society has brought you this time?
An obstacle or a shame?
You can say "I didn't do it , I swear" but everybody says that in there.
and the word i'll change is a 1,000 times overused .
I hope you know that we will wait and hope for a quick and speedy trial but...
#prison
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