Prison-Boy came home one day
To find his love had gone away.
When he asked "why" with tears in his
eyes this is how his love replied:
"If you lived a decent life
I gladly would have been your wife,
but since you lived a life of crime
Prison-Boy go do your time!"
The next day Prison-Boy lay dead
In a letter this was said:
"Dig a hole and dig it deep.
Lay a rose upon my feet.
On my chest a turtle dove
to show the world I died for love."
So to all you laddies keep in mind
a Prison-Boy is hard to find.
So if you find one love him true
because a will die for you.
Copyright © Dominic Mayes | Year Posted 2006
Day to day I lived,
I thought I knew it all.
Then when I met you,
How could I but not fall.
I lived a life of hope,
To dream was my way out,
Time had passed so fast,
I wondered without a doubt.
Inside I'll always have you,
I'd never let you go,
My outside will be empty,
Too never see that glow.
I live in my own prison,
I built these walls of stone,
Without you by my side,
I'm destined to be alone.
Copyright © MARIO DILETTO | Year Posted 2012
I took a rich man’s wallet
So that we would not starve
I’m sure the lord has forgiven me
But the judge he surely did not.
He spared me from the gallows
But sent me across the sea
Away from family and friends
And away from you sweet Molly
I could see you standing on the dock in the rain
As the ship lurched out in the mist
And I wondered sweet Molly would I ever again
Hear your laughter or feel your sweet kiss.
Well terrible fortune befell us
On that awful disease ridden ship
And brutes were the crew and the guards
Who beat us with fists and with whip.
And the wind howled and the seas rose
And many were washed overboard
And illness, storms and starvation
Were sent upon us by the lord
And gradually everyone perished
But somehow I seemed to survive
Until somehow I made it to Botany Bay
The only soul left alive.
I joined a prison gang Molly
And hard to work we went
They gave me a chisel and barrow
And told me to go and carve steps
From a mountain made out of rock
On a path that led to nowhere.
No food or drink did they give us
I feel that they wished we would die
Well their wish came true sweet Molly
As the men started dropping like flies.
The sun burned my face and my arms
As I hammered away at the stone
And when the rains finally came
They soaked us through to our bones
Then a flash flood swept the others away
And left me there all on my own.
Well my life was hard to be sure
But again I seemed to survive
And I finally made it back to the camp
The only soul left alive.
They all were surprised to see me
They clapped my back and shook my hand
They said we must throw a party
For the luckiest man in the land
Well a grand party it was
Under a night of starry skies
The officers all were so drunk
That they started dropping like flies
And in the morning the soldiers found me grinning
Twenty dead officers, two blood stained knives.
Holy Christ said the men as they clapped me in irons
He’s the only soul left alive!
So now I finally face the gallows Molly
And there are no more lies left for me
What I couldn’t eat of the men on the ship
I threw the remains to the sea
What I couldn’t eat of the men on the mountain
I buried among the trees
The drunken officers deserved all they got
So Molly my conscience is clear.
My only regret dear Molly
The only thing that causes me pain
Is knowing that I shall never
See your sweet face again.
Copyright © Bryn Roberts | Year Posted 2015
Who owns my heart dungeon?
To prison all my lovers
To prison my heart inside my heart
But where is the key?
Certainly the key is my life
And I am the jailer
Who possesses my heart dungeon?
To prison all flowers of land
To prison all colors
To prison the spring and winter
To prison the air and rain
To prison sunset
To prison the morning
To prison the feelings and concerns
In my heart dungeon! ! !
Prisoners of love are meeting
Singing for love
Dancing among dreams
Drinking a toast to the meeting
Exchanging of cold kisses
flirting meadows of the hope
Writing on the wall of prison
Words, numbers and letters
Drawing the cross
Drawing the crescent
Sculpting the statues
To record all stories
Stories of mysterious prison
The sunken prison in heart
The prison that was created from the soil
The world behind bars
And I am the jailer
And the prison is besieged
With pulsing memories
Besieged with night's eyes
Besieged with candlelight
Besieged with moonlight
Besieged with my arteries
And I am the jailer
My prison is green oases
My prison is a white napkin
My prison is a cemetery of the longing
My prison it is my heart
And I am the jailer
And I am the jailer
Copyright © Naji Almurisi | Year Posted 2013
You came unexpectedly, and i was surprised,
you smiled and placed your hand on the glass and cried.
I leaned my head against the glass and told you i am sorry,
i whisper through the phone line, ill start a new story.
You knew i was innocent but you still didn't believe me,
the only person i thought that would stay by my side but you couldn't be.
Mom standing by your side and not wanting to talk,
i got really upset that you came at all cause i didn't want to see you walk.
I needed you, when i was in need,
i was there for you when ever you didn't want to bleed.
I loved you and i cherished you with all my heart,
but before you left your words hit me like a really sharp dart.
You said i failed you,
you cried to me and i knew it was true.
But i needed you to understand me,
but you went your way and upset me.
The glass is now empty and i cant find you even with the fact that I'm out,
i tell you i love you but all you do is shout.
I've lost you for good this time,
so i think i have to do one more crime.
Copyright © Roman Chebukin | Year Posted 2012
Your love has arrested me,
Sentencing me to another life,
Your love has made me a prisoner of hope,
Forever is all I can see.
By: Sabina Nicole
Copyright © Sabina Nicole | Year Posted 2012
This is something other than unsure laced with heavy heart.
I'd love to change my mind, is this where you take charge?
When our play begins, the starring role I'm begging you to take.
Open your eyes, I won't sit around and wait.
Would you instantly be swooned if I could be your tin foil dream?
Would you cook me in a spoon, shoot me right through your blood stream?
A rush that lasts longer than fifteen seconds, a force that beckons for all of your attention.
I want to illuminate the dark corners, where you hide the secrets that border,
The hurt that you and I refuse to admit, the shit that resides far beneath the surface,
Those things that just never quite seem fit and yet we both allow them to exist.
Between a cut and a hole, is there really a difference at all?
Knowing what I know, why do I keep interest in something I cannot control?
She's got what you need and she's got you by the balls,
I have nothing that can compare to her thralls.
But this is just an embellishment of events as seen in my head.
This is my heart written on paper that cannot be read. Maybe if I do it like this, it will make more sense.
I hope you'll let me find solace in you because I know I can do better but I don't want to believe it is true.
This where I lose rhythm and ask you to lie and tell me you'll do anything, but darling don't take the time to try.
Copyright © Briana Baker | Year Posted 2015
At night i weep,
in silence i grieve,
how can i sleep?
when it is hard to breath,
During the day i laugh,
with friends i converse,
but the day wont last with the turning of earth,
with dark skies comes heartache,
as the stars flicker and blaze,
there only so much i can take,
of these suffocating days,
when the day starts anew,
and the sun brings the morning light,
i momentarily forget about you,
until the return of night,
when i see the midnight moon,
and feel the stars in the sky,
i close my eyes in this room,
and pray i make it by,
for when the sun is shinning high,
and the heat consumes my fright,
i cant help but wonder why
i must suffer the prison of night
Copyright © raymond hamilton | Year Posted 2013
From my prison cell
with each stroke of the bell
my soul cries out for thee,
and I long to be free.
Behind the steel door
every day I die a little more.
Many months have gone by,
and yet I still cry.
If only I knew
thy love was true.
If I could see thy face
this be not a dreadful place.
I did wrong and I must pay
with my life day-by-day.
There is sorrow in my heart.
The loneliness will not depart.
Time is the enemy.
It goes by so slowly,
I feel myself grow old,
as the walls turn cold.
Copyright © Willie A. Buchanan | Year Posted 2015
One by one they file in
Socks and flip flops on their feet
Some look down. Stare at the floor
But some look up, your gaze they'll meet
Most shake your hand as they walk by
Each one is dressed up in their greens
They sit and listen to the Truth of the Word
Some join in as each of us sings
There is a story on every face
Although not so easily read
Sometimes you see tears, heartache and pain
They've all been places I've never been
Sometimes I get lost in their faces
And wonder what all they've been through
Do they know there is hope beyond these walls?
Do they know that Jesus loves them too?
He loves you, sir. He loves you
No matter what you're in here for
He loves you, sir. He loves you
He stands as the open door
He's the open door of freedom
From past mistakes and sin
He wants to give you hope and a future
If you'll just only let Him in
I am no better than you, sir
I've messed up...I was a sinner too
But Jesus wants to take our broken hearts
Piece them together and make them new
He will meet you in your prison cell
Just reach out and call His name
Because you, my friend, are a treasure
And its for you He took the blame
Copyright © Bethany St John | Year Posted 2015
We're blinded by fear,
Prisoners of denial,
Our hearts struck by spears,
Forgiveness gone on fatal.
Love's a melody, so queer.
Copyright © Scarlet Zaire | Year Posted 2015
I open the cage…
And she flew
She soars up high
The words I hear her say
Is “I am free at last.”
I never knew that my love would be a prison
Till I loved her
Was obsessed with her
She said she loved me
But only to conform to her captures wishes
She never loved me back
But satisfied her desires
She said there was no future called “us”
She just wanted to fly
To be free
I open the cage
Copyright © Sidney Hall Mad Poet | Year Posted 2010
I do not know?
10-21-2011 Walking circles around the emptiness,in the middle I fell you,
My heart opens wide,the thought of you lifts me above this wasteland,
Soon I will be with you,we will brush these times away, I can’t wait to see your smile,
I can’t wait to hold you tight in my arms,I love you more than these days are long and miss you all through every night,
Soon we will awaken to these times,that will be gone ,but not forgotten,I Love you and feel you in your songs.
Copyright © Ricky Brown | Year Posted 2012
*note - these poems are written in three different forms: senryu, free verse and rhyme, yet all share the same theme.
apple of mom's eye
tiny bubbles haunt her dreams
two hearts died that day
she dreamed of becoming a nurse
dreams die a slow death when
reality comes calling
she never wanted children
too much trouble in the world
his eyes were bluish-grey
screaming, screaming in the night
the voice in her head, over and over
do it! do it! do it!
she was just seventeen
he was just seventeen days
tiny bubbles haunt her dreams
the voice in her head silent now
her heart just another muscle
days without end
days without end
Top of her class and soccer star too,
not bad for a girl from the 'hood.
Poor as could be yet things looking up,
she'd done the best that she could.
Sixteen years old with eyes on the prize,
future looking bright as can be.
Friday night game she met a young man,
thought his name might have been Lee.
Tests seldom lie now trouble's afoot,
her parents were weeping for days.
Plans for her life on hold for a time
they'd figure this out come what may.
They say a dim light will get brighter,
that things will work out in the end.
But for her the clouds became darker,
couldn't see her way 'round the bend.
State prison is a fate worse than death,
with days upon days without end.
She misses the sound of his cooing,
she knows that her heart will ne'er mend.
Copyright © The Seeker | Year Posted 2016
Hands and feet shackled
You are traped and can't get out
Doing time away from me and our son
Love, god,and our son is making you strong
You are in place you don't want to be
I miss you like crazy
The life we was going to have we will have in time
You are sick of that place
You have to keep a low profile
How can we deal with this
I'm not going to cry because I can't anymore
I am going to be strong for you and our son
I feel like my hands and feet are shackled too but not in that way
I am in love with you and in the love prison
Think about a special place and me
We can be in the love prison together
We will be together in time in the love prison
I can't wait til you get out of the other prison
I still love you
I have your back til the day I die
I am not going to leave you
I am never going to leave this love prison that we are in
Prison Song/Love Prison
For my Husband Antwan Woodberry I love you Baby
Copyright © Vanessa Brown | Year Posted 2007
Held hostage by silence, so she keeps it inside.
The words she did speak are now locked in her mind.
Make believe romance; Thoughtful gifts he did bring.
Coming home with stuffed animals, cards and doting.
He sits at his table, she longs to be fed.
Once he sat beside her, now the computer's his bed.
Tapping away, the sound rips through the room.
Where is the hammer so their life will resume?
The words of her mother rings through her ears.
"You've made your bed, now dry up those tears."
"He doesn't beat you, now make this thing work!"
Then reality hit her and the shame came to lurk.
She's in a mess but her youth is still there.
There has to be someone to love her somewhere.
So, she'll bide her time and with patience will wait.
For her true love will find her, her righteous soul mate.
Copyright © Astrid Ivy Gibbs | Year Posted 2008
Though you're not my real Father
I know you tried your best,
to raise a wild rebelious child,
I put you to the test.
You were young and so was I,
when once we started out
I know I made my Mother cry,
when we would scream and shout.
My real Dad left when I was Two
he never cared for me,
and there was nothing I could do
to make my Mother see,
that we could make it on our own
she couldn't stand the pain,
of living life so all alone
she had to love again.
I stayed out every night I could
as I became a teen
what I did just wasn't good
but I was caught between,
friends who tried to really care
if I lived or died
and life at home that seemed to only
push my world aside.
I never meant to kill a man
when we set out that night,
to have some fun was just the plan
but nothing turned out right.
I'm writing this on Father's Day to say
please don't be sad,
It's not your fault I went astray,
I love you,
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
my eyes see all
and comfort me
like a kiss from
as the rain falls
so does my mood
as my sight vanishes
washed away by the
fragrance of the
wild flowers my
heart is warmed
my love is without a name
though the minutes
seem like hours he waits
not to worry love
i will protect our hearts
and your dreams will
love will set
as our love is caged
you want what you gave
as prisoner of love
cage for our intimacy
the warden of love
wont release the
spirit of life
eager to please
cold lifeless hearts
we have to be freed
to soar on wings of
clear blue sky full moon beckons
as teeth slice rip bite
my soul set free now
blood drained left for dead again
inside nothing left
Copyright © gregory ramos | Year Posted 2015
My heart burns like fire on a blistering night and yet it is still too cold to melt the chains you confined me in.
Black and grey
The continuous sound of scratching like bloodied fingers embedded in an impenetrable wall.
Don't try to remember whats been written before
Burns like acid
Cover me I'm thorns to ease the pain
Nothing can take it away
Nothing can take away from what you do to me
Each thorn has a rose or so i pleaded to believe
Each tear sparkles as it falls
Each black night has a star
You were mine...
I can't get away
I would give the world
Everything! Every breath
Every drop, every shadow...
Every memory to have never heard you say...
I love you!
For all the pain in the world, I'm trapped...
Letting go seems nothing short of a death penalty.
Each look, each smile, each second I wait is a dagger in my heart...
Still I cannot let go! You have the key to my shackles. You are the moon in my blackest of nights.
Inches from death i can't let go...
Copyright © miguel williams | Year Posted 2015
My heart is in a prison of sadness which I can not escape
No matter how much I pull the bars of unhappiness they will not brake
What will it take to set me free?
Do you have the key to my door?
Open it so I can be free once more, free from this prison because to loneliness I am a slave
and though I never misbehave I am beaten with sadness every day
Please take these chins away from me they are heavy with pain and tears
But if you really care for me take away my fears
Show me that love is something real
Tell me what it is
Show me how it feels
Surround me with happiness, love joy and peace
I need them all if my life is to be complete
My heart is in a prison
Will you be the one to help it escape?
Copyright © Kable Hendrix | Year Posted 2012
I do not know?
Just forget let it all go
Let this be the only place you know
For the sands of time are never kind
I want you to know you will always be mine
You try to escape me
But my grip is strong see
You know you can never be
This well without me
In the back of your mind I see you crying
You really think about flying
Well go on keep on trying
You don't have the heart to leave me dying
Maybe I am cruel in a way
You think I am selfish though you stay
I know you don't believe in me
And i know you really need me
My pet you are my treasure
Nothing else can measure
This joy I feel keeping you
Making you it real reliving
the pain you always feel
i love you
and this is your catch 22
Copyright © Carrissa Whateley | Year Posted 2016
I hear the wind carry the message you send
Through the bars in the wall and the crashing of waves.
I hear the raven call your name.
His calls and cries seem to ease my pain.
I feel the power of love again
It overrides this misery I must sustain.
The shackles restrain and on cold stone I shall remain.
But the moon reflects the message I send
The raven listens as my feelings expend.
A raven of the night carries my secret in flight.
Through the miles in the dark and the rain and the wind
He carries to you the message I send
He caws at your window
A message of hope that I must maintain
You hear the language of the raven explain
That we shall be together again.
Copyright © T.I.R.O. JY | Year Posted 2016
All hope lost. In the mind of the betrayer, all is normal.
Strung across the pale blue, these clouds pink and vibrant.
Abandoning all hope for the conscious mind, it’s alone.
Believing the mind is stronger than the body and the soul.
The sound penetrates the conscious dreams, flows apparent.
Wasting the body and spirit, in pursuit of these goals.
A thirsting for the relentless onslaught of that feeling.
Love on the mind when peering through the whole.
Wanting and yearning for more than this sky can give.
Waking from the dream. This broken sky holds no magic.
Copyright © Joseph Silva | Year Posted 2006
Where the heart goes, there goes the head.
In reality, this does not always follow.
Where the heart goes, there goes the imagination.
A person can be in the deepest depression,
their heart hurt by a cruel love,
and their imagination can put them in the darkest place.
No light, no vision, no sound, without ever feeling the world around them.
Yet, like the bars of their prison,
the key to setting them free is to be loved.
It may take time, patience, and constancy,
but the pardon will eventually come.
The heart begins to feel refreshed in a new way.
The imagination and soul are deluged by the torrent of love,
and their world of darkness opens upon the Spring day.
I have been to that dark place where love is the jailer,
where I could no longer feel anything at all.
That darkness was not dispelled easily,
but only by the patient love that opened the door to my Spring day.
It is here I would find the reality of my imagination.
It is here I would want to be, wrapped in that love,
instead of drinking coffee in the cafes of Berlin.
Copyright © Dan Cwiak | Year Posted 2016
My tears hit the dusty wood floor
I think of you and wish I did not love any more
My heart cries for you as well
I can’t forget you though I went through hell
The pain is nothing compared to the love I felt
If I could make you feel the same way, your ice heart would surly melt
I sit alone at night as sure as the wind will blow
My mind is dark with thoughts as the fire bugs glow
A lonely prison is where I sit called remorse and pain
My cell mate is misery and the guard is insane
I have been doing time for so long now
Wish to escape to a happy place, but don’t know how
So often I watch the peaceful birds float on by
If I sleep hard enough, I too can fly
In this land of my slumbering make-believe,
You’re a queen of the land and you never leave
I too share with you as the king of this land
But time goes fast and my eyes lose the sleeping sand
I am always waking up in misery’s cell
Will I ever be free from you?
Only God knows and time will tell
Copyright © christopher hedgecock | Year Posted 2006
I’m stuck in this prison
this Hell that I’m in
How long has it been
since the day
all happiness left me?
the time of no caring
are lost in a maze
as life is wearing me down
They say it gets better
when you live your life sober
but I just want this hurt to be over for good
The Prozac’s not working
as my mind is attacked yet again
So what would you say
if I jumped from this bridge
into the bay
and made it my grave?
Nobody would miss me tomorrow
The news anchor says
I won’t be the first
and I could have it worse
Is there much worse than Hell?
It takes four seconds
from lamppost to water
It takes much longer
to lead an innocent
lamb to the slaughter
and I am much fouler
The foghorns are blowing
as the ship lights are showing
scarcely a blur far away
I can find my peace now
by diving down
into that watery release
and cease to be
discarded piece to the puzzle
Copyright © Daron Long | Year Posted 2007