Prison Son Poems | Prison Poems About Son
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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.
I got in trouble because of my greed.
I was arrested because I sold weed.
I thought I was being smart, I thought that my Grass was well hid.
But the Police found it and I was made to pay the price for what I did.
After I was arrested, my house and land were confiscated.
My family had lived there for generations, I was devastated.
For two centuries, that land was handed down from father to son.
But because of my stupidity, it will no longer be handed to anyone.
When I went to jail, my son went to live with his Aunt.
He no longer looks me in the eyes and I'm ashamed because he can't.
Please don't make the same mistake that I made.
I broke the law and because of what I did, I paid.
(Even though this is a fictional poem, it is a very bad idea to sell Marijuana or other drugs.)
As I sit here all alone, nothing on t.v. and nobody on
As crazy as it may sound, my heartbeat is the only
While living here in town, I should just enjoy the
peace. I often hear in the distance, the sirens of police.
One man down, the other takes flight. This is the ruins
of another senseless fight.
A child loses a father, a mother loses a son, all to a
coward who chose to use a gun.
A void in their hearts no one can fill. Only in time, their
pain will heal.
As this coward sits to unwind, he's haunted by his past. It's
fresh in his mind.
As he ponders on the choice he has made, this is one
memory that will never fade.
All he could think of was his family and what he's done. His
child loses a father, his mother loses a son...All behind his
choice to use a gun
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
I'm holding in my anger
Knowing I'd die to be the strangler
Of his sour-little coward-brittle throat
I'm just mad not literal
But when your dad's a criminal
There's a minimal amount of father hope
It doesn't bother me no,
But it keeps haunting me so
I will keep wandering not knowing where to go
No Padre in my home
What an odd-way to be grown
I guess God made me to be alone.
While you and your dad are sittin fishin
I'm visitin my dad in prison
My only mission is too inform you what you're not missin
Because while your parents are laughing and kissin
I'm starin havin to listen to my dad share his caring "wisdom"