Poems About Prison Seeking Honest Critique
#prison
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 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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