Best Life Sentence Poems
Dear freedom, your sweet innocent voice seems
Now like a distant echo, lost in the wind.
Hopes lost in a set of broken dreams,
With heavy chains, to your heart of stone pinned.
Day by day, night by night, without an end in sight,
Tortured by the ravaging beak of time, flying
With wings of solit'de, displaying its might,
And hatred-filled eyes, watching me dying.
These chains around my heart like a vicious snake
Poisoning my soul with darkness and despair.
A dreadful nightmare from which I will wake
And look into destiny's most wicked glare.
I stand under shadows cast by heaven's light,
And into sleep I fade, witho't a fight.
life sentence
I can’t go on with my life in addiction
How can I ever have any kind of relations
A week a month a year
I really have no idea
It’s all the not knowing
That’s stops life growling
You build it all up
begin to restore
All the love and respect
from your family once more
There’s is no sane or sensible explanation
Just another day when
Your living in addiction
I can not promise
I can give no guarantee
all your worries and fear
I can never remove or relieve
No one can live with that uncertainty
No faith and stability
Chance after chance you gave to me
I was so blind I just didn’t see
I was killing all you had inside for me
The saddest thing about addiction
Is all your loved ones get caught in your affliction
Most of me can be heeled
addiction though can’t be killed
So what ever Treatment I decide
addiction will forever be right by my side
When the State said she needed a home
and would I help her out with her meds
I said yes
though I had some grave doubts
and they never mentioned a life sentence.
When the doctor said she had fetal alcohol
our life was paused to grow grim.
I said wait,
need to check with spouse
and three boys we already claimed to love and protect,
so they never mentioned a life sentence.
When I told the State they should find a better home
that would grow with her aggressive game coming up
they said wait,
we’ll start her again
in another place not prepared for defiance,
for food thrown down,
for breaking hard glass hearts
worn out like empty fragile chairs,
still they never mentioned a life sentence.
So we eventually said yes
and her courage to test that yes
grows astronomically oppressive
while the State closes homes
and residential options
for families like ours
who never signed on for a 24/7/52 week
perennial life sentence.
Now State says no,
no other place for her to go,
so sorry you’re sore and tired and old,
too bad she has no one to talk to all day and night
now that we can hear what she means
to deliver when you signed up for hell
in your mutually dysfunctional life sentence.
So we sure try,
except for her,
who had no choice
about those exotic substances
welcoming her still warm enwombed
with empty therapeutic promises
throwing a love defiant trauma
drama party life sentence.
So I still cry,
but not only for her
who had no choice
confined to age in this echoing silo
dancing with demons
signing her up for my unenlightened
disempowering trauma sentence
after sentence
after ruminating sentence...
Like trying to live peacefully
and mindfully
with an under-medicated RightWing narcissist
searching for weapons
in my Other unfree bedroom.
This is my true story.
I will tell to you in rhyme,
when i worked at a psychiatric hospital,
i was only seventeen year old at the time.
when one old patient told me
the reason she was locked away,
she had given all her love to a soldier,
for her sin she was sentenced to stay.
Every wrinkle is a year of my incarceration.
The bags under my eyes hold the tears that have never dried.
My sin was to fall in love with a soldier,
who was sent off to war,
where he died.
I had fell with child out of wedlock,
put a slur on my family name.
My baby was taken away for adoption,
my parents said i had brought family shame.
I was placed in this institution,
to die will be my only release.
I pray every day for my child taken away,
only in death will i ever find peace.
For over sixty years ive been punished,
i cry every single day of my life.
Not for myself or the punishment ive recieved,
but for my child and my soldier,
that i should have been mother and wife.
Now that my lifes nearly over,
with no one to wish me farewell.
All that i ask is forgiveness,
for a lifetime thats put me through hell.
If i please god go to heaven
there is only one thing i would ask,
to be reunited with my lost loves,
so i can apologise for my past.
30/3/2022
You breathe, you cry, you laugh ,
you learn, you fail, you wither, you die.
I hope you rot in hell
In your prison cell
They should throw away the key
You should NEVER be set free
You were in a position of trust
Where you satisfied your lust
For you brutally defiled
Many an innocent child
You blamed your ‘immaturity’
For robbing children of their purity
I hope you rot in hell
In your prison cell
They should throw away the key
You should NEVER be set free
Based on a current news story which has upset me so much I got up at 4am to write this poem
06~04~16
Life Sentence
American picked up at Cambridge,
Astonishedly could not explain it.
Was he guilty? No doubt.
He ran off at the mouth,
And utterly killed the King's English.
All my mind sees,
Is what you pray yours won't have to;
The things avoided,
with routine to distract you.
The sick and twisted nature of mankind,
The space, the earth, and any creatures divine,
The plagues, the wrath, the mindset of suicide,
But Most importantly,
what of when we die?.
I beg the stars all to unite,
I hope for day, in this endless night.
I wish away, all the thoughts of fright,
It never works, I just pray it might.
All I desire,
Is a change of conciousness.
Engulfed in fire,
Tell me what my problem is.
I need some closure,
In this life of irony.
My mind finds,
then just as quickly leaves me.
Given such vision,
But somehow still blind,
Translucent prison,
A sentence of life.
I beg the stars all to unite,
I hope for day, in this endless night.
I wish away, all the thoughts of fright,
It never works, I just pray it might.
We’re doing time on planet earth,
our sentence started right at birth
The sentence is, we’re here for life
and with mistakes it will be rife
The sentence cannot be commuted –
We’re here ‘til to dust we’ve been transmuted
We’re sentenced here with other lifers
& follow each our own Pied Pipers
We walk our paths from birth to death
marking time with each drawn breath
& when our sentence comes to end,
we hope to heaven we’ll ascend
Where, free from being bound in time,
we’ll start to know a joy sublime
And see that real life never dies –
we just transform like butterflies
We’ll lay aside our outer shells
and rise above our private hells
What is a life sentence?
Is it when a judge castes years upon your life?
Locked away behind medal bars,
With no chance of parole.
Or is it being born without question?
Your fate is in your own hands.
Whatever your wrongdoing is,
Comes back to you tenfold.
A life sentence,
With out the chance of parole,
Is the very life sentence you are living at this very moment.
Without those heavy steal bars,
Under lock and key.
Your free to roam,
Where ever that maybe.
But what ever wrong doing you have created,
You will have to answer to your own hands of fait.
It could be a painful sentence,
With years added on to your mortal life.
Or your life sentence can end quickly and painless,
With your very last breath.
Back and forth the monkey paces
Alone is his small backyard cage.
He did not make his cramped cage,
But the small cage makes him.
Far away, he sees children in a park
Running free and laughing.
He also sees birds flying free
And singing far from his small cage.
But in his barred cramped world,
He can only take short paces
Then swing rhythmically back and forth,
Back and forth, among the bars,
From day to day and year to year.
The monkey does not laugh or sing,
And no one plays with him.
Long ago, when he was young,
He ran free in a jungle with his brothers.
But now, he only takes short paces
Then swings back and forth,
And back and forth,
Waiting for a solitary death
That may not come for years.
We're criminals from heaven, committing spiritual crime.
Disobeying the Creator with our body and mind.
His law was made plain to us right from the start.
Still if we allow Him, he'll write it on our hearts.
But I'd like to say, please keep this thought in mind.
The earth is a Rock and we're all doing time.
If we don't like what is said, we might just get mad.
God says "love and forgive" Pride says no! and that's sad.
He say's love your neighbor, that means everyone.
Loving only your race is how it's really done!
Give help to the widow and food to the poor.
Both of these people, most are sure to ignore.
Over the color of skin the people will fight.
We're all made from two people, let's get our hearts right!
We're all spiritual convicts, each doing time.
All serving a life sentence until judgement time.
God is Creator, Lawgiver and finally the Judge.
We better repent and change, because he will not budge.
Stop listening to people saying, "Do what you want to!"
Or else you'll be in hell, with them next to you.
Some look at this creation and say God is a lie.
They only can say this, but cannot explain why.
Rich or poor, we are all convicts doing time.
God say's Sin's the disease that's affecting our mind.
The needle slides in
Like a petrified snake
The dope shot in,
Time is a fake
But it's his break.
Oblivion sets in.
Content he dreams
Of far off misty lands
sweet musk, delicious tastes.
Oh heavenly dope, how it redeems!
Suddenly he wakes.
There's no one near him to care.
No one to kiss with love so rare.
Around is silence,
Deadly and bare
He wipes away a tear.
Time has passed quickly,
The sands in the hourly glass pass by.
Breath smothers him.
Wearily he drags himself
Towards his boring day
A prisoner for life.
We are all serving a life sentence of solitary confinement,
imprisoned within the boundaries of our own skin.
Running and hiding, feeling alone
life as the turtle with a shell for a home.
The streets are your circus where you perform as a clown
while everyone's laughing at your silly frown.
There's your role as the trickster where mag-ic-aly
the truth remains hidden there up your sleeve.
looking in alleys for things that you want
where only there's shadows who at you will taunt.
There in that dark room , that place where you go
is your self imposed prison with no chance of parole.
Somebody out there could have a key
but it can't be used unless you agree.
There's executive pardon or forgiveness of sin
it's all so much better if you have a friend.
That room will still be there, so will that wall
but the door will be unlocked to come if you're called.
Let someone love you find someone who cares
someone who'll give you a life you can share.
You may chose to ignore this, discard what you read
but you'll die in that prison having never been freed.
With freedom come chances beyond your control
on the edge where life dances is where you should go.
So call on the phone or jump on a bus
yell from the corner, that you're willing to trust.
The next thing you know as you look around
you won't have to search, you've already been found.