Poems About Prison Seeking Honest Critique
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
7th Oct 2024 9:16pm
7th Oct 2024 9:16pm
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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oldmanG
Poem Published
5th Oct 2024 5:57am
5th Oct 2024 5:57am
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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sgtvasquezg
G. Vasquez
G. Vasquez
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2024 5:33am
2nd Oct 2024 5:33am
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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sgtvasquezg
G. Vasquez
G. Vasquez
Poem Published
30th Sep 2024 8:01pm
30th Sep 2024 8:01pm
Watermelon Moonshine
Watermelon Moonshine......
Fuck everything.
The hell with your lies.
And how you use to say you loved me.
You fucked with my mind.
Behind bars you never replied.
So this how I get by,
Writing songs and sippin on Watermelon Moonshine.....
It's been months since I've felt your touch.
I try to hold on but there ain't much.
I've been to war and that's better than this.
Fuck you, you heartless damn bitch.
Fuck how we met that night.
To the last time you yelled and tried to start a fight.
I tip this manson jar up to the moon...
Fuck everything.
The hell with your lies.
And how you use to say you loved me.
You fucked with my mind.
Behind bars you never replied.
So this how I get by,
Writing songs and sippin on Watermelon Moonshine.....
It's been months since I've felt your touch.
I try to hold on but there ain't much.
I've been to war and that's better than this.
Fuck you, you heartless damn bitch.
Fuck how we met that night.
To the last time you yelled and tried to start a fight.
I tip this manson jar up to the moon...
#breakup
#disappointment
#love
#prison
#regret
161 reads
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sgtvasquezg
G. Vasquez
G. Vasquez
Poem Published
21st Sep 2024 12:39pm
21st Sep 2024 12:39pm
Department of Corrections
Concrete floors and painted steel walls.
Time with no concept and unanswered phone calls.
Praying for release but does God hear me at all?
Dodging the Devil who laughs when I fall.
Broken down love and heart's taunted flaws.
Adult playgrounds for kids with or without laws.
Guilty or innocent you're still Detention bound.
Penitentiary mind games for the lost and for the found.
Time with no concept and unanswered phone calls.
Praying for release but does God hear me at all?
Dodging the Devil who laughs when I fall.
Broken down love and heart's taunted flaws.
Adult playgrounds for kids with or without laws.
Guilty or innocent you're still Detention bound.
Penitentiary mind games for the lost and for the found.
#corruption
#loneliness
#love #prison
#love #prison
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Maekandex
Poem Published
11th Sep 2024 5:39pm
11th Sep 2024 5:39pm
Locked In this space
Blown in the space
Wreck on our hands
Another 4 years in waste
On the block 20 and the bait 23
It is the moment we could have hit the jackpot
My space mate in struggle
Different opinions in bigotry
Echoes on the space
My breath oozy in the stench
We hit the poll
To pull the PO matrix
It was vibrant joy in the space
A time of liberation draws near
Our sufferings to be written in the sand of time
Long time in our history
We could beckon call of hope
Drum of liberation
Is the greatest of...
Wreck on our hands
Another 4 years in waste
On the block 20 and the bait 23
It is the moment we could have hit the jackpot
My space mate in struggle
Different opinions in bigotry
Echoes on the space
My breath oozy in the stench
We hit the poll
To pull the PO matrix
It was vibrant joy in the space
A time of liberation draws near
Our sufferings to be written in the sand of time
Long time in our history
We could beckon call of hope
Drum of liberation
Is the greatest of...
#Africa
#city
#home #prison
#home #prison
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ExercisingDemons
Poem Published
25th Aug 2024 2:34am
25th Aug 2024 2:34am
Thoughts as the Guillotine Drops
What if I was in jail?
Would I suicide day one,
my spirit too frail.
Would I hide me a gun
and shoot it at pale skinned inmates
tucking their tails, so I'm shot down
by some guard?
Or would I stick
to some guard
who'd have me under his wing?
Would I crack jokes and tragically sing?
Would I get myself into solitary?
Living with thoughts like
'these men are too scary',
Would I ever shave?
Would I let myself grow hairy?
Would I drop soap
and then shower nary?
Would...
Would I suicide day one,
my spirit too frail.
Would I hide me a gun
and shoot it at pale skinned inmates
tucking their tails, so I'm shot down
by some guard?
Or would I stick
to some guard
who'd have me under his wing?
Would I crack jokes and tragically sing?
Would I get myself into solitary?
Living with thoughts like
'these men are too scary',
Would I ever shave?
Would I let myself grow hairy?
Would I drop soap
and then shower nary?
Would...
#evil
#prison
#war #death
#war #death
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PAR
Poem Published
19th Aug 2024 6:35pm
19th Aug 2024 6:35pm
The Shadow Game
In the velvet mansion a crime took place.
Who killed who, no one understood.
The detective, a puppet without ideas,
lost in clues and vain epics.
The butler with satin gloves
hid the poison in the garden.
The lady, with a look of mystery,
kept the secret in her reliquary.
Without clues or direction,
He followed the steps but only saw smoke.
Each suspect has a piece on the board,
But he, a pedestrian, without knowing the script.
In the living room the clock stopped.
Time, an accomplice, hid the crime.
and...
Who killed who, no one understood.
The detective, a puppet without ideas,
lost in clues and vain epics.
The butler with satin gloves
hid the poison in the garden.
The lady, with a look of mystery,
kept the secret in her reliquary.
Without clues or direction,
He followed the steps but only saw smoke.
Each suspect has a piece on the board,
But he, a pedestrian, without knowing the script.
In the living room the clock stopped.
Time, an accomplice, hid the crime.
and...
#anger
#ghosts
#mirror
#murder
#prison
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
5th Aug 2024 12:52pm
5th Aug 2024 12:52pm
Revenge
10 years in jail made him a criminal
Originally went to the slammer for killing his sisters boyfriend
The boyfriend was no good
He would belittle, beat, rape & steal from his sister
He was also a small time criminal that was in & out of the slammer numerous times
He made many friends in the big house through the years
A few times the boyfriend threatened her brother
One time he pulled out a knife and stabbed him in the arm over a discussion at the dinner table on Thanksgiving
His parents and and the family witnessed it
She always made...
Originally went to the slammer for killing his sisters boyfriend
The boyfriend was no good
He would belittle, beat, rape & steal from his sister
He was also a small time criminal that was in & out of the slammer numerous times
He made many friends in the big house through the years
A few times the boyfriend threatened her brother
One time he pulled out a knife and stabbed him in the arm over a discussion at the dinner table on Thanksgiving
His parents and and the family witnessed it
She always made...
#death
#family
#prison
#revenge
#ShortStory
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6 Comments
AverageJoe
Poem Published
26th Jun 2024 00:36am
26th Jun 2024 00:36am
Drink the Koolaid
The silence of sheep appalls me
Walking on either side of me
How many of you took the jab
And how many times, how many
We don't talk about that
Pretending to walk in a cloud of unknowing
The people who forced sick elderly to stay in old folks homes
To pad the numbers, they needed deaths
Deaths gave reason to treachery
Whose only true reason was basest tyranny
How did you like your masks
Did you keep those souvenirs
Learning how to obediently distance
Simon says, "Jump!"
Did you just jump or did you ask...
Walking on either side of me
How many of you took the jab
And how many times, how many
We don't talk about that
Pretending to walk in a cloud of unknowing
The people who forced sick elderly to stay in old folks homes
To pad the numbers, they needed deaths
Deaths gave reason to treachery
Whose only true reason was basest tyranny
How did you like your masks
Did you keep those souvenirs
Learning how to obediently distance
Simon says, "Jump!"
Did you just jump or did you ask...
#death
#drugs
#freedom #prison
#freedom #prison
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18 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
20th Jun 2024 1:20pm
20th Jun 2024 1:20pm
Religious Maniacs
Little Harry Sack was barely 5 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 till...
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 till...
#family
#memories
#prison
#religion
#violence
158 reads
12 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
18th Jun 2024 8:43pm
18th Jun 2024 8:43pm
Help Thy Neighbor
The neighborhood got together and helped watch each other's houses to try and cut down on the crime that plagued them
Every night, one of the residents would make a sweep of the neighborhood with his car
Signs were put up in the windows of every house saying that there was a Neighborhood Watch in effect
The effect worked
The crime rate went down drastically
One night, one of the residents actually made a citizens arrest
He caught a burglar trying to break into his next door neighbor's kitchen window
Later that month there was a block party
All of...
Every night, one of the residents would make a sweep of the neighborhood with his car
Signs were put up in the windows of every house saying that there was a Neighborhood Watch in effect
The effect worked
The crime rate went down drastically
One night, one of the residents actually made a citizens arrest
He caught a burglar trying to break into his next door neighbor's kitchen window
Later that month there was a block party
All of...
#learning
#prison
#support
#TruthOfLife
#violence
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