Best Incarcerate Poems
Call it alliteration or pun,
It is more than that ;
I write about my beloved sparrow that nests
on mountains and tree tops
just like the eagles of the north ;
Oh,sparrow! ,your arrow penetrates my narrow heart
deeply to make it shallow,
sending sparks through my body .
Call it alliteration or rhyme it is more than that ,
Sensation and blood compete for a race
through my veins and arteries ,
When I set eyes on you,
Air gushes into my lungs like a flowing stream,
As you open your mouth to speak ;
Your white enamel teeth shine more than the morning sun;
The synchronized movement of your body
sends signals to the synapse of my spine,
Which reverberates emotions to the hypothalamus of my brain,
How can I cope with this ?
My sorrow fades ,my pains vanish
When I got touched by you ;
Oh ,sparrow! Oh, dear!! How dare you
Incapacitate or incarcerate my thought ?
Thought of not falling in love with any damsel ;
not being fooled again ;
The padlock of three years unlocked in seconds ,
Which makes me sing songs of songs to Utopian lady ,
You faith strengthened me and your courage boost my ego;
I will continue to nod to your
Lyrics and dance to your music .
Call it alliteration or pun ,
You are not far from wonder land ,
Sweet sparrow sent to shake-off and shame sorrow ,
My unfailing love ,I unfold and unleash unto you….
1-17-2017
*A valentine poem dedicated to all lovers….
Categories:
incarcerate, emotions, love,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
"Consistency"
by: Eric L. Boddie
Contemplate, debate hate
Rate state magistrates
Mate great fates
Wait....date late
Deflate straight weight
Emancipate inmate traits
Dissipate irate gates
Indicate! Investigate! Litigate!
Incarcerate? Degradate? Incinerate?
Rejuvenate! Captivate! Demonstrate!
Innovate! Motivate! Fascinate!
Anticipate! Dedicate! Articulate!
Communicate....congratulate....exonerate
Infiltrate....penetrate....interrogate
Implicate! Detonate! Annihilate!
Separate? Segregate? Disintegrate!
Categories:
incarcerate, change, conflict, confusion, endurance,
Form:
Rhyme
If my wretched soul
wasn't incarcerate inside
the cage of my ribs for
my transgression
I would walk to depth
of the horizon where the
Sun sleep to set it on fire
like a burning desire,
and watch it burn to ash
My intentions are ruthless...
If I grow feathers I would fly
to the roof of the great sky
cut the strings that the
stars hang on, and violently
laugh as they fall to the
surface of the earth
and break their shine
My intentions r ruthless...
If I were a few step taller
I would stretch my arms
up the sky, and squeeze
the rain out of the
clouds so that the river
become thirsty, and run
to the ocean for water
My intentions are ruthless,
because I have the heart
of a men
Categories:
incarcerate, heart,
Form:
Free verse
BULLETS!
If there ever was a time in the history of human, it is now that one’s being is
bound to civic duty impost.
He or she is a loyal citizen of his or her nation.
Intensified is the fortress bond of armory and strength.
Through our faith and courage, our minds and our heart have engaged vigor.
Dynamism is diversification via structure.
What is seen is statement beyond repose via strategy.
As we discuss the militant way, we centralize our thoughts
To suffering in other nations against dogmatic methods, systemically
approached the right to vote interposed by illegality of the election booth
intervened by bribes and other means to destroy equability.
What is seen is statement beyond repose via strategy.
Impartiality is an assured plus of unanimous.
Political leaders aboard focus on a suppressed nation through their views on
enslavement and incapacitate.
For sure, this is the Stalin’s views of the Ukraine orders retain.
To incarcerate through tenets of rapaciousness is cruel.
Therefore, what is seen is only a system of beliefs.
The Ukrainians must remain free to be at liberty.
______________________________________|
Verlena S. Walker
Penned on October 02, 2014!
Form: Decapentasyllabic Verse
Categories:
incarcerate, america, how i feel,
Form:
Verse
Never thought I would adorn prison stripe
of black and white without fashion or flare.
News coverage was an exaggerated hype
that could give me a lifetime to wear.
I proclaim that I am blameless and innocent
with no record of violence anywhere.
My heart is heavy with sorrow for this gent
whose loving soul I did willfully snare.
I didn’t know his heart was weak and frail
from loss of his aged dying wife.
I plead don’t incarcerate me to lonely jail
for the rest of my young passionate life.
I have given my all, consoling lonely men
who have lost a loved one present or past.
Do not belong in jail, haven’t committed a sin
please reconsider your honor, I asked.
The old callous judge scowl faced with denial
sentenced me to life of community service.
Since the old gent died with a smile,
jail was not my rightful justice….
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Tenth Place Winner ~ "A poem that has never been entered in any contest” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Poet Destroyer
March 24, 2013
Categories:
incarcerate, on writing and wordsme,
Form:
Quatrain
Her heart is located in every part of her being
and bones, calcified with the vitamins of meekness.
Peace begins and ends her collection of any intention
and her reaction, irrespective of situation
always avoids its rights of being thorough.
Softer than a hot dough, and more flexible than a rubber band
even in the midst of hungry chewers
and the threat from playful band stretchers
she holds strong to the emblem of her personality
putting the eyes of calm in a shock dilation
to the awe of her tolerance and irritability.
If nations were like her, humanity would have no scar
her deeds incarcerate pride and incriminate greed
with an intuition structured by static trees
beside a slow moving river
enveloped by the faint whistling of happy resting birds.
The healthy mystery of such an existence
adds royalty to the privilege of being human
because she gets hurts
only when the devil himself directly strikes
with the mercenaries of hell yet unknown to possible actuality.
Categories:
incarcerate, character, people, poetry,
Form:
Ode
Photograph hanging on my wall of memories
Keeping you young safe from a world moving
To fast
Boys grow into men not in my heart of hearts
You still remain boys were my arms kept you safe
Now my prayers protect you my faith follows you
A mother s love goes with you
I pray that my love follows you in every thing
You do remember to do unto others as you would
Like to be done unto you
Respect to get respect when faced with adversity
Turn the other cheek
When worst come to worst walk away
Remember my love and god to see you threw all
The bad walk in faith in all you do
Humble your self for pride destroys the strongest of men
Put love first for hate will incarcerate your soul
Work hard for all you do for nothing is hand it to you
Lead with good examples and good values
For the young look up to us to do what’s right
Remember these things that comes from the heart
As you walk into manhood a good man honors
God first and respects his mother and father
As you boys turned into men before my eyes
I have to say you are the best no matter what
you will always be my boys
Keeping the peace in your life
Near our far I am here and there
Moms love is every were you are
Categories:
incarcerate, dedication, faith, love, men,
Form:
Light Verse
Capital letter …
Right now, please note: it is time to dust, not write.
Dust was eating away this besieged body;
Amassing with all the misery that delights in ambush.
It crept into secret crevices,
Quietly dulling senses, as it blended in;
Softly choking, mimicking flu,
Before weaving a blanket so thick
It embraced and insulated;
Gently burying body under the weight of
An elephantine duvet with speaking tongues.
Write now, right now that house pride has succumbed to ash
As caked and empty cans and bottles decorate.
The dustman hurried by the empty drum
For rubbish barricaded the front door.
The inconvenience: to eat, drink, shop, to pay bills
Without leaving one’s desk these days.
Friends and adversaries seep out of pens,
Alphabetically springing to colourful life.
Who dares miss a thought so precious, so elusive –
Might never occur again.
So grasp it, rack it; right, left lobe battle dire emotions and reason.
Let dust prevent thoughts from leaving from whence it came.
Incarcerate all grey matters.
Now one can write how it feels to have dust as qwerty companion.
Then fling open the door,
Let light and the world in.
Shout: “I write because I can.”
Full stop … Exclamation mark!
End.
(PS: begin again.)
Categories:
incarcerate, character, dedication, humorous, imagination,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Arrest the one who did this to me
Who slit a whole in my sanity?
Seize the one who left me for dead
Who gave up a seed and fled
When she bled.
Capture the ones who whispered all lies
Who cut down the walls between their two thighs?
Incarcerate the rats who put on a show
Abandoned these angels and never watched them grow.
No one will own up to what they have done
Pools filled with daughters and ditches with sons
No one will fess up to this lost generation
They must reach out their hands to the
Father of all creation.
One day all men will give an account
Fathers please read the Sermon on the Mount
One day your actions that lead children astray
Will cause you dismay
“What will you say?”
What will you say?
What will you say?
On judgment day...
No one will own up to what they have done
Pools filled with daughters and ditches with sons
No one will fess up to this lost generation
Just Reach out your hands to the
Father… of all creation.
By. Sabina Nicole
Categories:
incarcerate, dad, how i feel,
Form:
Verse
Ocean lights cigarette
Puffs mouthful smoke towards mountain
Tobacco clouds incarcerate the mountain
Later on....
Mountain coughs
Its skins are uprooted
Displaying crystal clear
Cancer-laminated
Black lungs of mountain
Dear buddy
I beg sorry
I don't wanna be another mountain
Categories:
incarcerate, abuse, addiction, adventure, anger,
Form:
Free verse
For we perceive beyond the rainbow,
Beyond the shadow of gravity holding ISS.
Caught not in a void
But like bees wading in their own honey,
Pollinating space with thoughts …
Our tent did blow from on high
Exposing this nakedness.
They, uncomprehending,
A soul did incarcerate;
Feeding barest morsels shared with rats;
Though famished eyed her fleeting skirt.
So did she infiltrate his racked dreams?
Spittle healing cuts; kisses soothing bruises,
Milk nourishing hunger …
Tears washing away grimy sorrow.
Such comfort in the bounds of direst misery …
Categories:
incarcerate, desire, dream, grief, imagery,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Dozing off behind the wheel
Sleep-deprived decapitated
Dillaudid consequences
Incarcerate
Betrayed confidences
Incriminated
Responsibility blotted
Dead friends
Incinerated
In reality
They rotted
Alive.
Years prior to demise.
Burnt bridges. Dead ends.
A hell we created
Causality to impend
Insanity
A cyclic continuance
Doomed to repeat
Again and again.
Just more tragedy
Easily equated
Karmic
Punishment I deign
Education in pain.
Deliverance in suffering
Salvation
My moral
Bearing reign.
Controlled by one nation
Daisy Chain – Bottom line - capital gain
acid rain
Acrid – floral
Bought and sold
Artistic creation
Liquid – Forced oral
Ingestion
VIA TELEVISION
Visual vomit – soylent seduction
Initiate
Indoctrinate
inducted
Programmable People.
Hypnotic STATE.
Spell-bound
Too Late.
Categories:
incarcerate, death, emotions, obituary, political,
Form:
Verse
Mind games with my shrink.
Only giving me seconds to think.
His or my sanity on the brink.
Telling him what he wants to hear.
So these psychotic thoughts don't interfere.
I love a profession where all you do is ask questions.
I see your obsession.
Diagnosing patients.
With the power of suggestion.
Mocking once again.
Your profession.
So continue with your notes and antidotes.
On how to fix a fairy tale gone wrong.
So incarcerate me to the nearest psych ward.
At least with the nuts I won't be bored.
Your heart is in the right place but your dealing with a head case.
Categories:
incarcerate, funny, me,
Form:
Lyric
Can a man tolerate an incarcerate?
Madly in love with a madwoman
Throughout the investigation; Prior to the incarceration she's reflective
Two years on the verge of being wasted like Iron Maiden single "Wasted Years"
Additional two daughters she conceived not to mention she needs help supporting her two daughters "Homeless Agencies"
Two daughters means double the "Needs and Wants"
Two daughters means twice repeating the lady "Do's and Don'ts"
Repeatedly, she crosses her legs like a foreleg mantis as if in prayer
She prays for financial support, not willing to be a Hoe at Davenport (Davenport Hotel)
Scrolled through her cellular contacts and called close relatives her normal emergency contacts
Asked Steve, Keith, and her lovers longtime friend Daisuke he's a Japanese
All three smacked their teeth
Ironically Daisuke smacked his teeth on account of in Japanese the meaning of Daisuke is "BIG HELP"
As a mighty breeze passes a cry in the wind passed a message," Perpetually I'll Bless You like a allergic symptom sneeze
Stressing continuously over occurrences its mind-boggling she doesn't believe
Biting a forbidden fruit the fruit of lies first like Eve
Eventually she deceives her incarcerated lover and becomes aware of nakedness after she sinned
An act of independence, survival, an act of the Holy Bible
A social science woman is she her sexual desire an experiment, Puzzling for a woman to make known to a incarcerated man she broke her commitment
In no way shape or form a mistake, only a meant, you went along with it didn't it
After she risked everything and made known the fearful news both were thinking walk a mile in my shoes
But that gut-feeling she must of had waiting on his comment
FACT: He was wondering what Bruh "Cum Meant"
Did you do this out of shortage of cents or perfects?
Impossible to shop for love I guess taking care of our two daughters was where the money was spent
Baby my point of view is I'm pointing butterfingers at (U)
Tell the world I'm coming home as you already knew, and maybe we can work it out something brand-new, because Carrie KaeKae James after I read this poem I changed my mans point of view
- Loverboi
Categories:
incarcerate, pain,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Besides our promise
brother in arms
incarcerate – divide us
mentally inside us
with us – in our company
killing time – they waste our lives
Poison our present – sabotage sanity
but friendship survives
and as long as we are both alive
brother in arms
a promise will never die.
end.
10/17/07 for kJ
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Categories:
incarcerate, absence, dedication, devotion, forgiveness,
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