Poems About Prison Published by Members Recently Online
#prison
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
18th Sep 2023 7:23pm
18th Sep 2023 7:23pm
We Walked Into This One Bedroom
We went over to this one house
looking all over for the louse
who kidnapped our friend Jennifer.
We walked into this one bedroom
and looked at what made our eyes zoom
in a huge box we found under
the bed which was Jen stripped naked
and tied with a gag on her head.
She was their sex slave prisoner.
looking all over for the louse
who kidnapped our friend Jennifer.
We walked into this one bedroom
and looked at what made our eyes zoom
in a huge box we found under
the bed which was Jen stripped naked
and tied with a gag on her head.
She was their sex slave prisoner.
#friendship
#fiction
#dialogue
#prison
#sensual
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
18th Sep 2023 7:23pm
18th Sep 2023 7:23pm
We Walked Into This One Bedroom
We went over to this one house
looking all over for the louse
who kidnapped our friend Jennifer.
We walked into this one bedroom
and looked at what made our eyes zoom
in a huge box we found under
the bed which was Jen stripped naked
and tied with a gag on her head.
She was their sex slave prisoner.
looking all over for the louse
who kidnapped our friend Jennifer.
We walked into this one bedroom
and looked at what made our eyes zoom
in a huge box we found under
the bed which was Jen stripped naked
and tied with a gag on her head.
She was their sex slave prisoner.
#friendship
#fiction
#dialogue
#prison
#sensual
181 reads
0 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
18th Sep 2023 7:23pm
18th Sep 2023 7:23pm
We Walked Into This One Bedroom
We went over to this one house
looking all over for the louse
who kidnapped our friend Jennifer.
We walked into this one bedroom
and looked at what made our eyes zoom
in a huge box we found under
the bed which was Jen stripped naked
and tied with a gag on her head.
She was their sex slave prisoner.
looking all over for the louse
who kidnapped our friend Jennifer.
We walked into this one bedroom
and looked at what made our eyes zoom
in a huge box we found under
the bed which was Jen stripped naked
and tied with a gag on her head.
She was their sex slave prisoner.
#friendship
#fiction
#dialogue
#prison
#sensual
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2024 2:40am
23rd Jan 2024 2:40am
Heroine
Heroine
Ragged souls seated around room
Seeking solace from storm lashed lives
Woman conducts orchestra of therapy
Her soft curves and smile
Soothes tempest tossed madmen
In the quiet presage of session
She sits gazing in contemplative beauty
Her sage words play the piano of our hearts
“Women and men are made differently.
To deny that is to deny the truth.”
Calm sea of communing
Threatened by tidal surge ...
Ragged souls seated around room
Seeking solace from storm lashed lives
Woman conducts orchestra of therapy
Her soft curves and smile
Soothes tempest tossed madmen
In the quiet presage of session
She sits gazing in contemplative beauty
Her sage words play the piano of our hearts
“Women and men are made differently.
To deny that is to deny the truth.”
Calm sea of communing
Threatened by tidal surge ...
#women
#prison
#feminism
#sensual
#healing
220 reads
14 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2024 2:40am
23rd Jan 2024 2:40am
Heroine
Heroine
Ragged souls seated around room
Seeking solace from storm lashed lives
Woman conducts orchestra of therapy
Her soft curves and smile
Soothes tempest tossed madmen
In the quiet presage of session
She sits gazing in contemplative beauty
Her sage words play the piano of our hearts
“Women and men are made differently.
To deny that is to deny the truth.”
Calm sea of communing
Threatened by tidal surge ...
Ragged souls seated around room
Seeking solace from storm lashed lives
Woman conducts orchestra of therapy
Her soft curves and smile
Soothes tempest tossed madmen
In the quiet presage of session
She sits gazing in contemplative beauty
Her sage words play the piano of our hearts
“Women and men are made differently.
To deny that is to deny the truth.”
Calm sea of communing
Threatened by tidal surge ...
#women
#prison
#feminism
#sensual
#healing
220 reads
14 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2024 2:40am
23rd Jan 2024 2:40am
Heroine
Heroine
Ragged souls seated around room
Seeking solace from storm lashed lives
Woman conducts orchestra of therapy
Her soft curves and smile
Soothes tempest tossed madmen
In the quiet presage of session
She sits gazing in contemplative beauty
Her sage words play the piano of our hearts
“Women and men are made differently.
To deny that is to deny the truth.”
Calm sea of communing
Threatened by tidal surge ...
Ragged souls seated around room
Seeking solace from storm lashed lives
Woman conducts orchestra of therapy
Her soft curves and smile
Soothes tempest tossed madmen
In the quiet presage of session
She sits gazing in contemplative beauty
Her sage words play the piano of our hearts
“Women and men are made differently.
To deny that is to deny the truth.”
Calm sea of communing
Threatened by tidal surge ...
#women
#prison
#feminism
#sensual
#healing
220 reads
14 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2024 2:40am
23rd Jan 2024 2:40am
Heroine
Heroine
Ragged souls seated around room
Seeking solace from storm lashed lives
Woman conducts orchestra of therapy
Her soft curves and smile
Soothes tempest tossed madmen
In the quiet presage of session
She sits gazing in contemplative beauty
Her sage words play the piano of our hearts
“Women and men are made differently.
To deny that is to deny the truth.”
Calm sea of communing
Threatened by tidal surge ...
Ragged souls seated around room
Seeking solace from storm lashed lives
Woman conducts orchestra of therapy
Her soft curves and smile
Soothes tempest tossed madmen
In the quiet presage of session
She sits gazing in contemplative beauty
Her sage words play the piano of our hearts
“Women and men are made differently.
To deny that is to deny the truth.”
Calm sea of communing
Threatened by tidal surge ...
#women
#prison
#feminism
#sensual
#healing
220 reads
14 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2024 2:40am
23rd Jan 2024 2:40am
Heroine
Heroine
Ragged souls seated around room
Seeking solace from storm lashed lives
Woman conducts orchestra of therapy
Her soft curves and smile
Soothes tempest tossed madmen
In the quiet presage of session
She sits gazing in contemplative beauty
Her sage words play the piano of our hearts
“Women and men are made differently.
To deny that is to deny the truth.”
Calm sea of communing
Threatened by tidal surge ...
Ragged souls seated around room
Seeking solace from storm lashed lives
Woman conducts orchestra of therapy
Her soft curves and smile
Soothes tempest tossed madmen
In the quiet presage of session
She sits gazing in contemplative beauty
Her sage words play the piano of our hearts
“Women and men are made differently.
To deny that is to deny the truth.”
Calm sea of communing
Threatened by tidal surge ...
#women
#prison
#feminism
#sensual
#healing
220 reads
14 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
483 reads
3 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
483 reads
3 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 1:28pm
29th Nov 2024 1:28pm
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
73 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 1:28pm
29th Nov 2024 1:28pm
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
73 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Prison Published by Members Recently Online
