Best Jail Cell Poems
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latex friendships
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I never leave home
there she rests
in the trunk
blood mixed
with that new car smell
everything is modern these days
even my jail cell
not like a Christian, but like a victim.
I prayed like a woman afraid,
afraid I was the sacrifice to his vice.
I would lie awake then. I lie awake now
as my heartbeat hammers
my breastbone like a blacksmith,
I remember… I remember
in a pale cringe, I sniffled. My blood polka-dotted
a white floor that smeared an inkblot of me.
A split lip, half-wit tamed by the maim of his fist.
His madman’s magma buried me,
a lingual lava flow that hardened as it cooled.
My sense of self turned to obsidian. I fractured.
Tears slashed like shards. I bled self-esteem.
He preyed on me
as I prayed to him like he was a god.
Please forgive me! It’s all my fault! On my knees
I was dead to myself.
He split my skin. Stripped me to my bones.
His vulture needs I remember.
My emotional remains he savored,
flavored with backhands and vodka bottle bottoms.
I seethed in sour juices of moonshine abuses.
I counted moons and contusions. I counted
each stitch needled through my skin.
My heart quilted with clichés;
I love you. I'm sorry. It'll never happen again.
I seized my breath so's not to moan or implode.
As I exhale I remember
I fantasized of blasting him to the belly of Hell
when I’d usher vengeance inside our back door.
Reaper’s reckoning when this battered forget-me-not
shattered his bones with buck-shot scatter. Damn!
I’d have paid the devil for a jail cell to be free.
A candlelight-night bruised by cruiser lights:
I remember I prayed like a victim to 911.
Oh God! Please God! Help me! He's gonna kill me!
I pressed bleeding heart flowers between diary pages,
diary pages without words cried to be heard.
Concussion dreams panic my pulse, dilate my eyes!
Oh, dreamless sleep, grant me deceased peace.
Until night hags of nightmares die
I will remember...
You abused me physically and mentally,
I believed I was everything you said.
I thought you had my back totally,
But my belief in you was hanging by a thread.
I was locked in a mental jail cell.
you were a warden of abuse,
our union together was pure hell.
You would often say I just blew a fuse.
Your vicious attacks tarnished my self worth,
that I constantly questioned my birth.
When I finally got the strength to leave ,
I sabotaged relationships like you wouldn't believe .
Because I was still in a mental prison of abuse,
you remained the warden of my life.
I gave up on relationships and said what’s the use,
my life with you was pure misery and strife.
I hated you right down to the core,
my hatred for you was never a bore.
Until someone shared the good news,
of Jesus Christ, I had nothing to lose.
I accepted him in my heart on that day,
he represents love and forgiveness.
By showing us how to live, he paved the way,
he walked in love and kindness.
He forgave me for all that I had done,
and it felt really good .
I accepted that the victory was already won.
I took my power back, like I should.
I felt free and no longer bound,
therefore I was able to stand my ground.
I had no choice but to forgive you,
and I am no longer sad and blue.
In that moment I took my power back,
I didn’t stress over what I lack.
I want to share my freedom with others like me,
so they in turn can be totally free.
Inspired by the “Healing Power Of Forgiveness.
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Note* I made some changes to the original poem due to contest requirement. I am most happy with the original version. Let me know what you all think.
10-30-17
Not who you think I am
6/22/26
By Dustin Branum
I’m not crazy, I’m lost....
I’m not depressed, I’m suppressed....
I’m not lying, I’m selective....
I’m not paranoid, I’m aware....
I’m not high, I’m enlightened....
I’m not weak-minded, I’m indulging....
I’m not hateful, I’m disgusted....
I’m not resentful, I’m resilient....
I’m not angry, I’m expressive....
I’m not wrong, I’m open for the debate....
I’m not picky, I’m exploring my options..
I’m not mad, I’m disappointed....
I’m not rebellious, I’m standing up for what’s right....
I’m not selfish, I’m protecting mine....
I’m not denying, I’m refusing to condone....
I’m not enraged, I’m enslaved....
I’m not unstable, I’m unstoppable....
I’m not delusional, I’m conclusional....
I’m not stupid, I’m far from it....
I’m not deaf, I choose not to listen....
I’m not resisting, I’m refusing to bow down..
I’m not dangerous... to all....
I’m not a con, I’m a prophet....
I’m not dismissive, I’m filtering....
I’m not evil, I’m confused and tired....
I’m not woke, I’m awake....
I’m not okay....
I’m not you, I’m not me no more either....
I’m not accepted, I’m rejected....
I’m not jealous, I’m in envy....
I'm not a psycho, I'm a Scorpio....
I’m not for sale, nor doomed for hell....
I'm not the warden of this jail cell....
Rarely Spoken Words
Rarely Spoken Words
"Please forgive me, I was wrong" --
" when I thought I was right "....
If you ever hear those
rarely spoken words keep
them near your soul...
If the person that spoke them without
coercing-stood strong against their ego-
Liken to a rare jewel, they are.
You can trust them to shine;
They have the fortitude of integrity
Which is the thread of friendship's lifeline
as they will be most unlikely to
deceive you in relationship's.
Those who be sprinkling fairy dust on their
mistakes, are not really sorry, they will
wound you all over, before you are
recuperated, they will injure you again.
You need stay clear.
Remove them like a dart in your heart.
From most you will never hear those
"Rarely Spoken Words"
“I apologize, my fault”
"My bad" - "You were right".
Unless spoken from a jail cell.!
On this eve before New Years I resolved to be cheerful
But while driving my car, another car bumped me
The driver got out, and he gave me an ear full!
It took but a moment, and I knew he was beer filled!
Disgusted and angry, I found myself grumpy
I called the police, and they came to the crash
So I cheered up, and resolved, and expressed my relief
So happy, I hugged them and offered a kiss
Well they thought ME imbibed!!!
So they took me inside
And into a jail cell...I was thrown like a flash
My mood isn't good...I'm as mad as a hen!!
My great resolution has faded again!
How can this girl be happy,
When justice kidnaps me?
I'm spending my New Year's locked up in the pen!!
~
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For Regina's New Year Resolutions contest :)
Just Kidding, of course !!!!
You abused me physically and mentally,
I thought you had my back totally.
I was locked in a mental jail cell,
our union together was a living hell.
Your vicious attacks tarnished my self worth,
that I constantly questioned my birth.
You were a warden of mental abuse,
I gave up on us, what was the use?
When I finally got the strength to get up and leave ,
I sabotaged other relationships like you wouldn't believe .
You remained the warden of my miserable life,
and my life was nothing but misery and strife.
I hated you right down to the core,
my hatred for you was never a bore.
Until someone shared the good news,
of Jesus Christ , I had nothing to lose.
He forgave me for all that I had done,
I realised the victory was already won.
I felt free and no longer bound,
I was able to stand my ground .
I had no choice but to forgive you ,
because I was no longer sad and blue.
In that moment I became totally free,
I want to share this with others like me.
Inspired by the “Healing Power Of Forgiveness.
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
10-29-17
Victorian white lace, ivory fair of face,
Lips as red, the rose bud does grow, and is
Cut's deeply by it's own thorns.
Graceful maiden, beauties sheer elegance,
Of olden years past, weep ye no more.
Within the golden looking glass, she dances,
To a yearling's lullaby forgotten.
A lone figure in a solitary waltz, gliding,
Stepping ever so lightly, no sound is made,
Except for the beating of ones own heart.
A ghostly image, held hostage in time,
Frozen within a glass prison of pain,
Is this the lady of white.
Clouds of powder, set against a blue hued,
Sky above, is heaven so far away, to her touch.
A faded Porcelain doll, is she with eyes
Devoid of life, yet alive.
Hands do smack against the glass, but it is
A jail cell, the intent purpose, to hold
Hostage, what remains within.
This door barred shut, has no key, or release,
Time's measurement, lies in rhythm, a ticking
Clock set, on perpetual motion.
Sorrow's tears melt into nothingness, her
Spirit bound to linger in a hollow image,
Emotions haunting loveliness, a broken
Soul of despair.
Will no guardian angel, wrap her beneath
Their wings of pity's warmth, nay even justices
Avenging, shall not dare to enter within.
Shattered crystal shards, burst forth, and memory
Fades to blackness, a white sheet covers the mirror,
And no light is shone, in this world of illusion.
Victorian white lace, ivory fare of face,
Lips as red, as the rose bud that grows,
And is cut deeply by it's own thorns.
Petals plucked by the forlorn, lead some
Down a path that should not be traveled,
Beware the lonely heart, follow nay the
Sweet voices echoing within the nights
Darkness.
fool me once shame on
me ~ fool me twice shame on you ~
but more I ignore ...
facts of life ~ well taught
lives well ~ so-so not so well ~
not at all ... jail cell
Spring to life ... summer
lounge ... fall remembered ~ then say
colder than least year
I dream to forget
you ... not at night but by day
~ you haunt my nightmares ...
*heard you of ... four two
three then none ... handstand yoga
taught by an angel
*baby crawl on fours, adult stands on two, elder's cane makes three, Heavenly carry leaves none ~ then mine is a parody pun.
Butterfly precariously caught in screened in porch
Desperately struggling trying to get out, held captive
Can see her frolicking friends through mesh that confines her
Her wings are fluttering faster, she is truly stressed
She positions herself higher, hoping there is a way
Fluttering is futile against steel mesh of screen
I drag a ladder and a glass jar to her jail cell
A wasp flies close to my face as I capture butterfly in jar
I carry jar outside and release her, into the wind
She lands on concrete, then flutters off, free
Wasp finds his own way out a few minutes later
Angrily flying toward me. I go inside.
On the park bench where he met her
He placed one last rose
On the headstone beside her
Reads his name but the date’s unknown
If I were to guess
I’d say it won’t be long
Cause a man can’t live on memories alone
Once his Heaven is gone
His life turns to hell
From a home, to a house, to an empty jail cell
The pictures still hang
Now the smiles are postponed
Cause a man can’t live on memories alone
As the perfume from her pillow
Slowly fades away
His keystone of happiness
Crumbles more each day
The flowers not wilted
At the site of her grave
Got tossed in the hole
Just yesterday
Once his Heaven is gone
His life turns to hell
From a home, to a house, to an empty jail cell
The pictures still hang
Now the smiles are postponed
Cause a man can’t live on memories alone
Though teardrops are falling
Without a doubt I know he’d say
I love you dear I’ll be on my way....
Once his Heaven is gone
His life turns to hell
From a home, to a house, to an empty jail cell
A man can’t live on…memories alone
A clown car or an elevator?
A forest or a meadow?
Sad or happy?
The choice is yours.
Pink polka dots or Linen Gray?
A kitchen accident or a freight train?
Joyfulness or Melancholy?
The choice is yours.
A magical kingdom or a jail cell?
Pie or cheese?
Excitement or Boredom?
The choice is yours.
Oh, oh Kakapo
You are the world's rarest
Dweller on the ground- Ancient parrot
Your tinged emerald hue is the fairest,
The greatest respect you merit.
Oh, oh Kakapo
Magnificent New Zealand you are from
Never had an enemy,
Until the humans did come
Bringing the ship's rats
and the scary cats
When the Europeans arrived
You had no chance to survive
Oh,oh Kakapo
In your island country
There were hundreds of thousands
of you
Committed to a small jail cell
There now survives so very few.
*Dedicated to one of the most amazing, and rarest
birds in the world, the Kakapo from New Zealand.
62 are currently left in existence.
A. Green
In the night the wolves howl in the distance,
As the spring lambs bay, with the first stirrings of life,
Close lies the pack of humanity, those for whom hunger for the
Fresh taste of the blooding’s first strike, at the throats of innocence
Most pure!
Have they gone suddenly silent, these yearlings tender lambs,
In the stilled quiet amongst the melting snows of winter,
The mountain fields run crimson, and an eerie stench oozing
Upon the winds of distain!
The cannibal lies within the forest of the towered halls,
In the giant fortresses of mankind, he does stalk amongst his own brethren,
No wolfed bite of treachery could leave such a mark of
Terror, as he the beast, whom would feast upon the raw flesh
Of his kindred kind!
A gentlemen chamleon blending amongst the tailcoats
Of learned men, sheathed within the amour of intelligence's,
A humanistic wolf moves flawlessly, within the herds of the
Meek and mild, to pick his victims of the city flock
At his leisure of desires pleasure!
Underneath the outstretched wings of the red dragon,
The bubbling caldron pot of truest evil, does runneth over,
With the gravy’s leavening's of the corruption and violence,
Welcoming this creature of the demonic to the dinning
Table of the unrighteous and wicked!
Black sheep, black sheep, do you have any wool,
The whittend lamb does ask, nay but in the woods
Therein, lies many go within the wolves din and take
What you like at your own risk of course, my innocent
Friend, but beneath the blackened skinned wool the
Wolf does smile, with a sheepish grinning!
In an extravagant restaurant a well-mannered gentlemen,
Orders the specialty of the house to go, later he adds
He adds his special ingredients, spiced to the taste
Buds of the cook himself, it sizzles with an unusual
Oromia of well-cooked human flesh, the cannibal
Smiles with delight at his culinary masterpiece,
As the police knock at his door, with a missing
Persons report!
In the jail cell of the lost souls, he the cannibal known
As Hannibal Lector has no regrets, except say one,
The meal he never got to finish!
In the night the wolves howl in the distance,
As the spring lambs bay, with the first stirrings of life,
Close lies the pack of humanity, those for whom hunger for the
Fresh taste of the blooding’s first strike, at the throats of innocence
Most pure!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Today's problems can't be fixed by legislative law.
It is our moral behavior that is our flaw.
For being a racist, you can't be arrested.
Even though it is their freedom, that is molested.
If you cheat in a relationship, you will not be fined.
Yet, you disgrace the race we built, called mankind.
This is leading to the downfall, all of us being divorced,
but for the one's who do it, in a jail cell, you will not be forced.
This next moral decision, divides us into portions,
but it cannot be held against you, if you have abortions.
I am hoping that my children are born in a time,
where these aren't sins, but against the law and a crime.