Long Poems About Prison
#prison
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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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
116 reads
6 Comments
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
137 reads
5 Comments
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
125 reads
5 Comments
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
104 reads
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
245 reads
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
125 reads
12 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
17th Jun 2024 10:24pm
17th Jun 2024 10:24pm
I'd do it all over again
As I await death row
There's something I think you ought to know
I have no remorse for the woman I killed
All died by my hands, this was the ultimate thrill
I have a list here of each girl, their age and how they died
Some had memento's I kept near my bedside
They all deserved to die, for the filth they were
Some were on drugs, while some were drunk on liquor
Here's my 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, disemboweled her in my kitchen, she pleaded,...
There's something I think you ought to know
I have no remorse for the woman I killed
All died by my hands, this was the ultimate thrill
I have a list here of each girl, their age and how they died
Some had memento's I kept near my bedside
They all deserved to die, for the filth they were
Some were on drugs, while some were drunk on liquor
Here's my 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, disemboweled her in my kitchen, she pleaded,...
#confessional
#murder
#prison
#rhyming
#LifeChangingMoment
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Lowko
Jimi Tatz
Jimi Tatz
Poem Published
17th Mar 2024 6:59am
17th Mar 2024 6:59am
Brixton Snow
1992, Brixton Prison, a golden dreadlock Snowy, plays his position, cooling in his cell and watching some television.
He walks with a limp through the wing, his boat bares a grin, and they say, "Have you got a pebble in your shoe and ting?"
Sporting circle sunglasses just like John Lennon, they cover his mince-pies, he is one fly felon.
He was a ragga MC, and he spat pure Patois. He didn't make generic hip hop, like your average rapper.
Now he is released from the shovel and pick, he's got his eyes on the prize, so he won't miss a trick! ...
He walks with a limp through the wing, his boat bares a grin, and they say, "Have you got a pebble in your shoe and ting?"
Sporting circle sunglasses just like John Lennon, they cover his mince-pies, he is one fly felon.
He was a ragga MC, and he spat pure Patois. He didn't make generic hip hop, like your average rapper.
Now he is released from the shovel and pick, he's got his eyes on the prize, so he won't miss a trick! ...
#city
#music
#prison
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Lowko
Jimi Tatz
Jimi Tatz
Poem Published
29th Feb 2024 2:26pm
29th Feb 2024 2:26pm
Enter Tha Badman
It was 11 AM in Oystermouth Road, of the Pretty Shitty City.
Gino is released from the shovel & pick, years past, without no ass and titties.
He had more in his bucketlist than just to get himself laid!
His barnet was long, wrapped in a bun, and his boat race needed a shave.
He had served a three year stretch for a knife fight out on the roads.
And he was still serving a suspended sentence, which kept him on his toes.
He turns up to his ex spouse's house, to say hello to his son.
Rio, now a teenager, was in need...
Gino is released from the shovel & pick, years past, without no ass and titties.
He had more in his bucketlist than just to get himself laid!
His barnet was long, wrapped in a bun, and his boat race needed a shave.
He had served a three year stretch for a knife fight out on the roads.
And he was still serving a suspended sentence, which kept him on his toes.
He turns up to his ex spouse's house, to say hello to his son.
Rio, now a teenager, was in need...
#conflict
#violence
#LifeStruggles
#CallToAction
#prison
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2024 12:27pm
3rd Feb 2024 12:27pm
Horror of it All
#anger
#family
#violence
#abuse
#prison
123 reads
10 Comments
TodaysTomSawy3r
Tom Sawyer
Tom Sawyer
Poem Published
27th Aug 2023 9:39am
27th Aug 2023 9:39am
"Smash Mouth" (Parody of "All Star" by Smash Mouth)
#politics
#GunControl
#America
#prison
#nonfiction
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