Best Incarceration Poems
there is a sound when you leave
all electricity is lost
all water is dissolved
all air is thinned out
there is a blankness as time passes
all age is tainted
each era is ruined
every period is murky
there is a change when realization comes
what matters drown
what is important suffocates
what is relevant becomes inanimate
the golden road is now blue
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
I did'nt deserve to watch my mom break down over nerves
I did'nt deserve for nightly my dads sleep to be disturbed
I did'nt deserve for life to be the judge and jury's words
I did'nt deserve prison on this plate that I've been served
I never thought My kids would see me through this plated glass
I never thought my time would seep bye like a hourglass
I never thought I'd cry like I'd been hit with some teargas
I never thought I'd be the one the world would just bypass
I should have been forgiven but my innocense was shamed
I should have started running but I wasnt to be blamed
I should have saw it coming how could I be so defamed
I should have trusted no one but now I just sit here framed
I will not lose my sanity In the Lord I'll trust
I will not be a casualty to this I must adjust
I will not scorn humanity but for their air I lust
I will not let this tragedy give me a stone like crust.
Sha'ntez Jefferson
10/20/12
A welter of anxious faces gawks curiously at him,
But by now he is immune to the consternation.
His effervescent expression glows,
As he swigs down their viscous repulsion.
He knows that they will desecrate his graveyard,
Punishing him for his denial to be superfluous,
For his denial to permit flexibility in himself.
But will they incarcerate him in the walls of his mind?
His guilt has been proved in the lifelong adjudication,
Yet he never mocks their paradoxical thoughts.
The site is given a last perambulation,
And then spasmodic gun fire ends The Tale.
I served jail time in 2020 alright!
Sleepless were the nights, stuck on to the lights.
My cellmates said Woof Woof, Meh Meh and Meow!
Locked behind bars that opened from the inside,
When the year started I had no idea I was in for this ride.
I served jail time in 2020 alright!
Prison really changes your life and habits,
In order to keep my food I had to become a beast.
My cellmates said Woof Woof, Meh Meh and Meow!
There were times we were allowed to get sunlight,
The confinement yet little freedom ended in a fight.
I served jail time in 2020 alright!
We grew a family bond concealed in a hole,
Our language barriers were broken and gone.
My cellmates said Woof Woof, Meh Meh and Meow!
An unsolicited world changing experience to bear,
To make the world great again was the word in the air.
I served jail time in 2020 alright!
My cellmates said Woof Woof, Meh Meh and Meow!
-Inactive Volcano
These are the days
all have come to know
when there is no turning back
running isn't an option
The past and future seem to collide
truth will explode in a single action
fate and faith share a common thread
breathing becomes hard
Hands shake
visions of fill the mind
incarcerating your purpose
your goal
You know that you must stand
fail and you are forgotten
everything occurs within a blur
discerning friends from enemies
While staring into a mirror
you question all that you are
and what you have become
the reflection scares you
Seeing a transformation
of someone you never knew
yourself
Distinct so out of reach to be removed
I recall vague in somewhere
the warmth of being held
comfort nurtured to mothers breast
so dependent yet so secure to be there
only the beginning
only innocent eyes opening
they had no perception of fear
I cannot recall when I changed
nor scratch some point for the point of blame
it all happened so quietly
everything unseen by tiny increments
nobody gave me the rules of the game
destined to lose
but still forced to choose
the subsections in my freedoms ornaments
How liberties device born to a prison
and a life, alive, an illusion
Upon the chains at my wrist I awaken
the whiplash of fears fabrication
and I'm always afraid, always afraid
the eyes of them on me shall menace
and drag me down to preordained
first breath in penance
guilty as charged
and sentenced by the self-righteous
Say you the dream of awakened
and to the need epitomized deliverance
only the beginning
only innocent eyes opening
for they had no knowledge of fear
they only expected
only anticipated
living happily here
How liberties device born to a prison
and a life, alive, is naught but delusion
There are no allegations that
My birthright is of a monster
Nor is there a pretense that I am beast
But one of the brutes
Is hibernating
In the recess of me beneath
The etiquette of a queen
Is to be poised, decent, and unique
But there is a leviathan
That has aspirations to be unleashed
For many decades past and future
This monstrosity continues
Pondering who or what will be
On life’s menu
Please take a step back
I can’t be responsible if there
Is a consequence of a full lethal attack
Read the signs and beware
There is a hellion in my soul
That desires to be disimprisoned
And it’s portentous
Because it’s gasp is only within
A few unsafe measurement of feet
and then the accused fell foul
of yet another condemnation
without trial
the sentence spoken in anger
shards of bloody mosaic
stick to his bare feet
from where she threw
the glass on the tiled floor
punctuating
compartmentalizing
puncturing an unspoken truth
superficial wounds already closing
he wraps a bandage around his heart
squeezes tightly to feel alive
accepts the verdict
though no crime was committed
a scar remains from
what should have been
a beautiful night
and the rope tears into his hands
07th June 2023
Incarceration Through The Eyes Of Your Child
I dreamt about this particular iceberg for many year's
as a young man,
where in and out of prison I was, for a while.
It was big, big in size
If size was big, like only size could be, only in Florida.
Abandoned in it, to it a one man cell, placed in it by they.
Passing evil law's designed to keep the other
forty seven percent of U.S. all down.
Unable to get a job and or vote the corrupt made out of it.
Blue as it was,
as blue as the sky, such a big blue, like a marble blue
in the clearest of day's the bluest, blue some day's.
Hearing have I, heard some say to turn our blood into profit.
Polar bears and their mind set and their blood thirsty ways.
The staff unfit guards commuting thirty miles a day to have their republican
way.
Cell extractions in isolation where no widows are allowed to exist.
Justifying it all in claiming their need for control.
While urine stained walls conveyed what they sought.
To render individuals
from being able to function or being mentally stable.
Glacier blue eye's
where razor wire hides from the top what the bottom will do.
There are no black icebergs here they are all in prison.
The rationale by the cruel,
they reason away, that what doesn't kill you
will make you stronger.
This system, these people, know while they prey on the fear
of the uneducated ignorant people,
people that are unqualified to tender up our vote's.
Children to young, born to unfit parent's,
mental illness not caught early that is latter on triggered.
When people leave prison and after being traumatized
cannot function, seeing people raped and brutally murdered.
How can any reasonable individual expect them to function.
While you knowingly condoned and through your silence,
allowed their abuse to continue.
helped hurt them.
The psychology of your doom is now known to U.S. all.
I wake up unknown
Then fall back asleep awake
To remain alert.
There are so many trapped
and tortured souls in this
desolate place.
We are ghosts, screaming for freedom,
darklings, crying for light.
Never sure how to grasp onto
something invisible,
without strangling it.
Even before the cold bars
made of murk and gloom
there was no hope,
only bleakness.
Now "lost'' takes on
a greater, deeper meaning
for us here.
Lost in the abyss of incarceration,
groping for strands of liberty.
Deprived of human spirit,
Forbade femininity, devoided masculinity,
By force at first,
But by choice over time.
Resisting may seem futile
Do rebel my Sisters and Brothers,
Insurgence is necessary
to rise and revolt!
But do not rise against "them",
Rise against your darkness
against your self hate,
your intolerance of others,
against your deep seeded fears.
For hope my Friends, and
the only way to survive this cage
is to Grab tight the Light, all your Strength Hope and Love
For it is the only weapon against
The descending into the the Darkness of the Abyss
Isolation.
He lived In a house that was never his home
He lived without a key and a place to call his own
Silence.
His mind his only friend
Dark just like his surroundings
His crime:
Not giving in to a system who tried to control him
Not allowing the system to indict him Of a crime he didn't commit
Said crime - a stolen backpack
A boy with hopes and dreams
Ceased.
His mother found him
Deceased.
Rikers.
A prison for the worst of the worst convict
A place that was supposed to harbour the most hardened of criminals
Or
If you want a free entry pass
Just be an innocent black man
But that was who he was
Until
The system punished him
For his lack of compliance
They corrupted his mind with psychological violence
They stored him in solitary confinement
When released years later
He was never the same
Physically he may have been alive
But mentally he had died
That was until he committed suicide
However most including I saw it as a systemic suicide
This isn't just poetry.
This is truth.
This is reality.
But most importantly this is the black experience
This is a true story based on an innocent black boy
His name was, is and always will be
Kalief Browder
If continued, the present rate of incarceration
will have one out of every fifteen persons
spending some time of their lives in a prison.