Best Imprisoned Poems
Imprisoned and The Want For Freedom
We Retreat and try so hard to be discreet
Denied Intelligence, we're considered inadequate
and mistreated with violence
The King of our country promises he will bring peace
Our School is taken away, we face much ridicule
With Strength we hope and pray for extra length to our life
Precious Princess in her ivory tower and ours aimless
Priced Gem all so shines, but we are condemned
Our Blessed souls, are torn from our bodies and branded
We Light and direct towards relieving others this plight
2/6/2015
Schoolgirl Malala Yousafzai was shot in the head by Taliban gunmen - her "crime", to have spoken up for the right of girls to be educated. The world reacted in horror, but after weeks in intensive care Malala survived.
IMPRISONED (collaboration)
by~ Jun-jun Villanueva
Urbane cavalcade - flaunt in gaiety
Warbling hymns in ego - cyclicity
Jigging gracile moves in vivacity
Relishing in zest in this gravity
Kinsfolk in flamboyant fete - oh its fate?
Smiles, elation in face delineate
Like nothing's wrong makes me exasperate
No one cares? No one adores? it's too late
Recurrent nightmares peeve me in sublime
Making incubuses remorse in rhyme
Bequeathing qualm, fright and fear - death like crime
Kith and kin in laughs while I'm in grave time...
by~ Poet Destroyer
Twittering chime parade of glee
Unspectacular weed flowing trough me.
Boxed in a box like a tick or flea.
No one understands- what they can't see!
Outside myself holding my breath-
Or should I say what is left?
Trapping torment with false courtesy.
Preexisted past, without certainty.
Locked in a sanctuary grave of ivory ribs,
My life in a vault- trashed crib.
Feet lashing against my skin.
Twirling the rootless valves of sin.
No one cares! No one adores!
My prison trash coffin brought ashore.
A collaboration with * Jun-jun Villanueva
My collaboration contest
James Bain imprisoned in jail for a crime he did not commit
Proclaiming his innocence that took a long 35 years to acquit
Accused of raping a nine year old boy, when he was just nineteen
That his young life would be stolen from him was devastatingly unforeseen
All because he fit the description, a case of mistaken identity
Now facing years of hardships, gone the days of relaxed serenity
The mental anguish he must have endured, one can not conceive
Yet, he's not angry or bitter, angst most of us could not perceive
Four motions were denied for DNA testing on his case
The fifth proved his innocence and became his saving grace
Released when he was 54, with a smile that doesn't leave his face
He says: "it's because I got God", his devout faith he does embrace
Now positive and happy, he is an inspiration to all mankind
To fight and not to give up hope when dealt cards justly unkind.
Sponsor ~ Black Eyed Susan
Contest Name ~ Wrongful Imprisonment or Sentenced
Sustainer of Life
Imprisoned within a jail
House made out of bone—
When lying still I hear you
Pounding on your captor’s wall
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Urbane cavalcade - flaunt in gaiety
Warbling hymns in ego - cyclicity
Jigging gracile moves in vivacity
Relishing in zest in this gravity
Kinsfolk in flamboyant fete - oh its fate?
Smiles, elation in face delineate
Like nothing's wrong makes me exasperate
No one cares? No one adores? it's too late
Recurrent nightmares peeve me in sublime
Making incubuses remorse in rhyme
Bequeathing qualm, fright and fear - death like crime
Kith and kin in laughs while I'm in grave time...
Storm clouds nestling Earth crying myriad tears
Totem poles stand like Death’s coming soon – near
Feeling of being neglected –in fear
Am I really being loved? Cry? can’t hear. . .
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IMPRISONED (collaboration)
by~ Jun-jun Villanueva
Urbane cavalcade - flaunt in gaiety
Warbling hymns in ego - cyclicity
Jigging gracile moves in vivacity
Relishing in zest in this gravity
Kinsfolk in flamboyant fete - oh its fate?
Smiles, elation in face delineate
Like nothing's wrong makes me exasperate
No one cares? No one adores? it's too late
Recurrent nightmares peeve me in sublime
Making incubuses remorse in rhyme
Bequeathing qualm, fright and fear - death like crime
Kith and kin in laughs while I'm in grave time...
by~ Poet Destroyer
Twittering chime parade of glee
Unspectacular weed flowing trough me.
Boxed in a box like a tick or flea.
No one understands- what they can't see!
Outside myself holding my breath-
Or should I say what is left?
Trapping torment with false courtesy.
Preexisted past, without certainty.
Locked in a sanctuary grave of ivory ribs,
My life in a vault- trashed crib.
Feet lashing against my skin.
Twirling the rootless valves of sin.
No one cares! No one adores!
My prison trash coffin brought ashore.
~~~~~an entry for " POET DESTROYER's MY COLLABORATION CONTEST"
IMPRISONED
Who can see me?
Unless you see deep things
I have been kidnapped by lights
They chained me with gifting
They caned me with favor
They pushed me into grace
Victory moved through my nostrils
I am suffering from success
I have had scars of blessings
They hit my head with wisdom
Knowledge oozed from my ears
I acquired prosperity's syndrome
After all,they gave me to Jehovah
We went to a prison many years ago,
Prisoners were everywhere looking sad I saw,
I met a man but I forgot his name,
One friend introduced me to him.
His case was attempted rape,
In a faraway land he was not safe,
Coz’ nobody believed in his story,
Language barrier he felt so sorry.
The police sensationalized the case,
The parents want him to put in a life sentence,
Even with valid and strong evidences,
they want three million for their daughter's sake.
The witnesses explained the incidents truthfully,
The family of the accused prayed hopefully,
Lawyers said nothing to be afraid nothing to worry,
But after three months of waiting the court said he was guilty.
It’s like a bomb the hits the man on that day,
He asked himself.. where is GOD to protect him anyway?
His emotions and his mind was in deep misery.
He looked around to everyone and cried wearily.
This was the result if you were not in your own country,
They can twisted evidences and labelled you deceitful,
Many cases like this everywhere and around the world,
They are the victims and wrongfully imprisoned.
How can we achieved justice in this situation?
If your world end up in a square empty room?
Great loneliness and the feeling of being abandon.
Maybe just wait for a miracle, a royal pardon soon?
Tis true, that would-be king imprisons me during daylight,
but with night my precious freedom soars in fantasy flight.
I return to where my treasured childhood still lives.
I caress each image my familiar land readily gives
and tenderly nurture each emotionally sown memory,
embracing the security such reminiscing swells in me.
Thus, in moon ruled night, my fighting resolution sets
and determines I shall escape this cruel nightmare yet.
His bride, his pawn – nay, these I shall never be
for my heart lies with he who dreams with me.
I feel him each night, just as I do my beloved land.
Both raise my ardor to heights supremely grand.
As I wonder the condition of my sweetheart man,
I dream our reunion is secured in tomorrow’s hand.
I feel him hold me, growing luscious thoughts deep,
I delight in his kiss as in bliss, I submit to new sleep.
Cold dark and still as death
A place in my soul that I enslave
Thoughts so primitive, raw, and grave
Hold them back, never to see the light of day
For chaos would ensue
Clamoring to escape the bonds I’ve forged
Imprisoned forever in the deep
Hear them whisper in the night
Tempting me with ecstasy
Nay say I, never to embrace
Neither the wicked nor the damned
A price too high my soul to pay
Forever this is held at bay
Before my door I stand waiting
my Babe, my life, my love.
Grating, the key slips through the lock.
I turn the knob and shove.
Each tear filled moment we’re apart,
my heart for you yet yearns,
but lonely it stands unopened.
The bolt no longer turns.
This prison that you hide inside
was once a home we share
but now you’ve changed the lock on me
and left me in despair.
What once we had is now all gone,
just memories they are.
As I stand before my doorway,
I feel the burning scar.
I hear the lock opening and
you stand there with a smile,
inviting me into your house.
Reprieve from my exile?
09/16/2017
I am a lonely castaway
On an Island in the wind
I'm surfing on a cloud
A prisoner locked within
I'm locked in a dark gray cell
The key it can't be found
Held captive, I'm imprisoned
In a world that knows no sound
People walk right passed me
Through these walls they can not see
Someday someone somewhere
Will finally rescue me
The insanity becomes horrendous
Appalling as it seems
This world in which detests me so
Will haunt my every dream
Will they ever find me
Tomorrow's another chance
A soul that's lost in some far cosmos
In some hypnotic trance
You poor Imprisoned
Butterfly
Why do you in your
misery lie
Burying your head in
your cocoon to cry
After one hit of ill-luck,
deciding to die
When you to this mad-
ness, can say goodbye
If you just Spread your
Wings to the sky
His word against the witnesses. The jury must decide.
Whom to believe, the question. They voted he had lied.
Locked up behind steel bars, to be left there for his life,
He lost those he left behind, his children and his wife.
He professed his innocence. His denials never wavered.
Whenever he made an appeal, it was stamped unfavored.
At long last he quit trying, accepting his sad fate.
He tried only to stay sane, not to be consumed by hate.
He wished they’d executed him in dreaded electric chair.
Dying would be much better than this life so hard to bear.
After twenty years, his innocence was proven by DNA.
It was an aged and broken man who was set free that day.
He left with his few possessions but he didn't know to where.
Let me not to those who live openly
Bring any barricades. For these four walls
Around the heart of my princess lovely,
I will make crumble! I'll cause them to fall!!
Allow her I will not, to out here lock
Me with my pleas for her permission to
Bring down her walls, which stand steady as rock!!
I will save her; my love I will rescue!
One day, I vow, my love will let me see,
Who she is behind that false masquerade!
From that walled prison, I will set her free,
And bring her, with me, to a love-filled glade!
And should I fail, my princess's heart to save,
I'll dig for myself my very own grave.