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Quarantine of the Soul

-Quarantine of the Soul-

Tranquil pills fall deep like the night
A sweet fangless course
Bites with no remorse
Your eyes struggle to read my ageless soul
You open a heart under Quarantine 
The past
The present
The future
Stand in the way of what was and never will be
A contagious disease
I call "LOVE!"

(Past-- you came)
Somewhere deep inside --with you--
The Maverick 
The Majestic
The Arriving Vessel of Light
I separated myself from the world
 --to be with you--
I polished a new diamond night
With pleasures of meeting where our hearts began
Deep like the night, you woke my sleepless soul
Removing it from the safe harbor of the sea
-Isolated from all to see
No risk or chance, of smiling endlessly 

(Present-- you set)
Tonight you fell from Mandalay
You spoke in a way that Cut my throat with truth 
You detained my ego clouding the auspices sky
Allowing a smile
A tender peek into your heart
It spread in ways -- I wanted more 
I kept deep until you found your way past the door
Persistent memories 
In search of eternity
Tonight lets learn to live again
With no fear, I remove all labels
Making the moon and sun rise together
My love, my life now depends on you

(Future-- you left)
With no explanation
The age of Quarantine will forever set

You came to me
Set me free
Just to leave 

Now you are a virus --- Just like them!!!

By: PD

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2015

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My Heart in Prison

The ugly prison was dark and dank.
Solitary cells lined up on each side.
I paced up and down the corridor
Saw each prisoner his face hide.

I knew them all, for I put them there,
Uncle John who stole half my earnings,
My teacher who failed me just to spite me,
My neighbour reported me with warnings.

A writer who jealously always blocked me,
My lawyer whom I caught on me spying
A woman who sent me many insulting messages,
Even my cheating wife was there crying.

Where is this prison you might well ask?
Why it’s locked up within my heavy heart.
And the worst of it all, there’s no way out,
What could I do to erase all and my life restart?

Only one way to rid the heaviness of my heart. 
To learn the true way to forgive all sins,
Truly forget all useless wishes of revenge
Then perhaps with the Lord’s help a new life begins.

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Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016

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The Craigslist Thrill Killers

Elytte and Miranda Barbour murdered a man just to get a thrill.
It is always very stupid and senseless when people kill.
They said they killed him because they wanted to kill someone together.
If you're wondering when they'll get out of prison, the answer is never.
They pled guilty to Second Degree Murder and other charges and got life.
Elytte will never be able to kill another person and neither will his wife.
When Troy LaFerrara answered the Barbours Craigslist ad, he didn't know he was in danger.
While in court, LaFerrara's loved ones were very furious and they expressed their anger.
The Barbours are only 22 and 19, they're young enough to be my kids.
If they were my children, I wouldn't forgive them for what they did.

(This is a true story about Elytte and Miranda Barbour who murdered Troy LaFerrara.)

Copyright © randy johnson | Year Posted 2014

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He tells me that he loves me Controversial

Charlotte Jade Puddifoot Controversial Poetry Contest, DATED 10 September 2015

He tells me he loves me
And I believe him.
I pick the petals.
They fall to the ground
one by one
in a slow motion, wavering sound.
Tilting back and forth
not sure where they will fall.

“It’s Autumn now!”

He loves me!
He loves me not.
He loves me. Phew!
He loves me not, ****!
He love me. Yes!

It’s just that he doesn't know it yet.

I didn't see him coming
And I love him…I really do this time
It's for real, honestly, I can tell.
I believe him when he tells me


The bedroom door snaps in the frame.
I feel the room bulge yet again
and then 
the air pressure resets 
And I become normal again

He’s left me now
He’s left a piece of him inside.
And I am in pieces.
When I should be at peace.

He came back to seduce me yet again
and tell me more 


And boy did he stuff.

His weapon of choice.
His pleasure, my pain
Thrusting his sword
while I tried to stay sane.
I feel the room’s pressure bulge yet again.
But this time it’s over so quick.
A human time bomb on a dynamite stick.

He looks down on me.
I look down, up at him.
I tell him about the bit inside,
but all he wants is to run and hide.
and now hell and heaven 
started to collide.

You cow! 
You *****!
What have you done?

I watched the moon block out the sun.

When I woke up
He was dead on the bed
His sword on his chest
A blood stained vest

It's winter now

The prison door snaps in the frame
I feel the room bulge yet again
and then 
the air pressure resets 
And I become normal again

The breakers clunk
The guard shouts “lights out”
The moon once again blots out the setting sun
And now, "Oh my god!"
"I'm six months gone."

Copyright © Tony Kirk | Year Posted 2015

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Early On

Early On

Sitting there alone in class
they said it wasn't cool.
He should not bring his bible
to read while he's in school.

The gave him detention
and they took his book away.
While he watched through the window
when the rest went out to play.

Then one day at home, at play
he was out collecting bugs.
He saw in the shed out back
his daddy doing drugs.

Mom and dad went their own ways
his life was filled with hurts.
Over time as time went on
he turned his back on church.

So many things that he would face
with so little understanding.
Life for him it seems to me
had become just too demanding.

New friends made no games are played
he turned his life to crime.
Until the day the law got him
and now he's doing time.

Other prisoners come and go
each going their own way.
But they gave him a bible
now he reads it every day.

Why is it that we never learn
until our chance is gone?
To give our children hope they need
while it's still early on?

Copyright © Edwin Hofert | Year Posted 2015

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Soul Cry

“Soul Cry” Yeezy you da best Not ice cold soulless You gotta big heart Wanna be next U.S. Pres' You now swingin' with da rest with your delusional pal That Humpty Dumpty gonna have a big fall One messy cracked bad Orange egg That Joker card's a Trump You surfing on the swell? You still under that man's thumb? Still jiggy with him, doin' the bump? Walking the fine line on his wall, big bears hug? That's not dope boy "That sounds like a choice" “People do anything To be included in Everything” You have everything You can change anything Darkness in the boy done turned good you're now a man Open the Cage You now have a voice walking with a different gang but it's kinda the same thang in your shiny new hood "If I had everything, I could change anything" Release those babies from the Can Stop their crying Stop their pain They just lost "EVERYTHING" Singing an Opera with Men in uniforms and batons banging away Kanye you da best Not ice cold soulless “You’ll never concur with anyone else You don’t think the same as anyone else” You can change Everything You have Everything Scry See the signs Take the key Unlock those kids They’re just babies Give them wings to fly Back to warm milk and the safe bosoms of their families Safe by Mumma’s and Pappa’s side "You don’t think the same as anyone else" "See you’ll never concur with anyone else" That disgrace, you say he’s your friend? That's a lie man That monster is the Living End Scry It's a crying game Soul Cry (Lovejoy-Burton/June 2018) Matthew 19:14
1. Detained Children 2. ACLU Report: 23/5/18 "Detained Immigrant Children Subjected To Widespread Abuse By Officials" 3. Human Rights Watch, 28/2/18 "In the Freezer: Abusive Conditions for Women and Children in US Immigration Holding Cells" 4a. Forced Administration Drugs, Children/Lawsuit 4b. 5. "Real Clear Politics" article Kanye West: When I Said Slavery Was "A Choice," I Meant "We Can Make Our Own Reality" kanye_west_on_trump_sometimes_you_need_some_crazy__ to_change_something.html 6. U.S. quits 'biased' UN Human Rights Council / BBC News (Canada, U.S.) 7. "APESH**T", The Carters Artwork/Patrick Gonzales.

Copyright © Leanne Lovejoy-Burton | Year Posted 2018

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Are We There Yet, I Really Have To Pee

This is something other than unsure laced with heavy heart.
I'd love to change my mind,  is this where you take charge?
When our play begins, the starring role I'm begging you to take.
Open your eyes, I won't sit around and wait.
Would you instantly be swooned if I could be your tin foil dream?
Would you cook me in a spoon, shoot me right through your blood stream?
A rush that lasts longer than fifteen seconds, a force that beckons for all of your attention.
I want to illuminate the dark corners, where you hide the  secrets that border,
The hurt that you and I refuse to admit, the **** that resides far beneath the surface,
Those things that just never quite seem fit and yet we both allow them to exist.
Between a cut and a hole, is there really a difference at all?
Knowing what I know, why do I keep interest in something I cannot control?
She's got what you need and she's got you by the balls,
I have nothing that can compare to her thralls.
But this is just an embellishment of events as seen in my head.
This is my heart written on paper that cannot be read. Maybe if I do it like this, it will make more sense.
I hope you'll let me find solace in you because I know I can do better but I don't want to believe it is true.
This where I lose rhythm and ask you to lie and tell me you'll do anything, but darling don't take the time to try.

Copyright © Briana Baker | Year Posted 2015

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Life In The Streets

Gun shots rang out but no one hears.
A life comes to an end but no one fears.
A casual habit now a sin that in prisons the soul.
Another life settling for less than their predestined goal.
How can a child once filled with love grow into a person filled with so much hate?
Taking as one pleases because earning it means to wait.
By not having someone of worth to follow darkness fills the mind
Until greed, lust, and violence are the only things found to occupy their time.
Even when brick walls and locked doors to cells is all the eyes see
The mind still wanders back to life in the streets.
Where a gun and a cold heart is all that is left of your life
And the only things for which you are remembered is struggle and strife.

Copyright © Christina Hons | Year Posted 2015

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From my self made
Prison walls
I look outside
And see the sun

The ocean breeze
Reaches me
I see the seagulls
Flying free

These hard and cold
Stone cell walls
Close around me
Cut my thoughts

This debilitating
Fear a feel
It's like a prison
Halting my dreams

I wanna fly
High in the sky
Like those seagulls 
Without a fright

To reach beyond
This self made walls
To expand and become
More than my thoughts

I'll take a leap
Based on faith
I'll break those chains
And fly away

December 18, 2016

Copyright © Claudia Polydoro | Year Posted 2016

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Barred Revelations

Brain rewired
The spine of prison rattles
Hearts harden

Hungry dogs
Chomp on the bars and the bones
Of his hope

He is lost
Dreams and fears confirm his tears
Time is gone

Guilty truths
Drizzle down his swollen cheeks
“God, I’m yours. . .

Lift my eyes
For your light is my way to 
Shame my foes. . .

My clothes droop
My body slumped against death
This soul swells. . .

I need her. . .
If only you knew how much
I miss her. . .

I need You
For You have stayed here with me
Patiently. . .”

The sun peeks
His sad eyes take in the warmth
His heart melts

We are free
The sky is open to you
Now Stay Strong


Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015

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You stood in the dock when the guilty verdict was read out … Just a spotty youth with a cocky look in your eyes Now sentenced to five years in prison, I hope you rot in hell! The defence team tried to make out that YOU were the victim You had drug and alcohol issues, which catapulted you into a life of crime I had to sit there and hear about your past Was I supposed to feel sorry for you? What about me, the real victim… You’d entered my house, hell bent on stealing what little I had I handed over my widow's pension but you weren’t satisfied Demanding more, you began shouting obscenities at me You started trashing my house trying to find my jewellery High on drugs - you were like a wild animal Your fists rained down like bullets … you beat me senseless My daughter found me unconscious, lying in a pool of blood I spent weeks in hospital Now I’m terrified of being on my own and have moved in with my daughter I couldn’t go back into the house I so loved You will be out of prison in a few years… I have a life sentence Through their eyes 2 – Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton 08~12~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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Weed and War

Did you know that weed is illegal because Nixon wanted to win a war?
Along with Henry Kissinger, who thrusted behind him, making his bum sore.

These two idiots once ran the country, with their troglodyte brains,
Using bombs and chemicals sprayed in skies to make Asia rain.

They torched a country, split it in two, in their petty game of chess,
And controlled how the media portrayed it with their control of the press.

Yes, the CIA manipulated and manipulates the very news you watch,
On fifty-two inch flatscreen TVs while rubbing your untouched crotch.

We lost the war not because our military couldn't carpet bomb Vietnam's rug,
But because of protesting students who saw that war is wrong while on some drugs.

And did you know that the Cambodian Genocide was paid for by all of us?
The United States who destabilized the region for reasons superfluous. 

Despite these war crimes perpetrated by the Nixon regime,
Ninety percent of Americans are jailed for drug war schemes.

This is not America, where wars are fought in foreign lands,
While on our very soils we're taught to fear the government's hands.

Drugs are but a reaction to the wicked society crafted by politics, 
And to use them is to escape from what is wrong and should be fixed.

We have the highest incarceration rate in the world, we're simply a third-world nation,
Trapped in a feudal war of petty crimes created by those who rule this social degradation. 

All we need is a little weed and you who arrest us for using it,
Are acting like a piece of what starts with "S" and rhymes with sit.

Copyright © Brendan J. Simons | Year Posted 2017

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His Song and Mine



I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
    When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;   
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,   
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
    When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,   
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals—
I know what the caged bird feels!

I know why the caged bird beats his wing
    Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;   
For he must fly back to his perch and cling   
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;
    And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars   
And they pulse again with a keener sting—
I know why he beats his wing!

I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
    When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,—
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
    But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core,   
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings—
I know why the caged bird sings!

Why Do I Write?

You ask me why I sing?
You ask me why I write?
You ask me why I bleed?
What choice have I besides?

I long to fly, to run away
To some safe haven just to play
To see the light of blessed day
And give my longing heart full sway

I want to grasp the star and moon
And live my life; t'will end too soon
And kiss the clouds up in the sky
But here am I, what choice have I?

Why do I sing?
Why do I cry?
Why write of pain
No lullaby?
What choice have I?

I want with zeal to be adored
And I want Fame there at my door
I want IT ALL and so much more
Tell me, is anything for sure?

Why so I beat my wing?
I was born to soar…

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014

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Fabulous fun footles

I Love my Mother in law.

Phone rings
Ear stings

Door knocks
Nerve shocks

Come in
Large gin

Be nice
Head lice

Hair gel
Strong smell

Stale wee
Flows free

Stand here
My dear

Trap door
what for

Large sigh

In jail
Good tale.

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Copyright © Roy Pett | Year Posted 2017

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When Rhyme was a crime:

I send all my kites in metaphorical rhyme, So the screws can't decipher them in time. I hang low compared to all the other inmates, Passing my time until I walk through the gates. Guilty as charged for being a lowly old poet, Serving five to eight years, wouldn't you know it. While I spend my time etching on the wall, The hours pass slowly waiting for my muse to call. I received a kite from the cell next door, It said, "keep your head low there'll be a gang war." This prison full of poets from all walks of life, For the pen is mightier than the deadliest knife. We only get released for one hour a day, Talking in the yard in our own poetic way. But don't let the screws catch you speaking in verse, Or else you're likely to leave in a long black hearse.
(The letters prisoners send each other are called kites) (And screws are guards) April~13~2017 For Unshackle my verse contest Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues.

Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2017

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Push on through

Push on through

The world is a scary place and there is nowhere left to hide;
The nightmares are hunting us down and they are crawling inside.
Run from your life, they are coming to get you;
Keep on going, push on through.

Do not allow yourself to become boxed in;
Caged inside a nightmare of a life, with no sight of a key.
Set yourself free from their bonds of security,
That keeps you trapped in debt without any hope of release.

Push on through to the other side of the night
And in dawns breaking light, you will save a life.
Save yourself from your home made evil;
Fight away the beast and search for all the beautiful people.

Go forth and multiply; this is the spell we are under.
Instincts so old, they are humanities goal 
And they drive us into the arms of our lover.
Without a love to hold, this world would only kill those who do;
But with love we can make a change and push on through.

(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Copyright © Aa Harvey | Year Posted 2016

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Scratches On The Wall

Four men standing in a row and then one laid across,
Just sticks of time and marks upon the wall,
A measurement of attitude, of loneliness and pain,
But others see it as a lot of scrawl.

Sticks of time, a calendar of wasted days and years,
Just scratches of a life that's gone to waste,
While taking time to tell a tale of life behind these bars,
With years ahead there's never any haste.

Four men standing in a row and then one laid across,
It's now a crowd that stands upon the wall,
As five men turn to twenty-five, then eighteen thousand strong,
With fifty years of scratching on the wall.

Fifty years, an army strong, the witnesses of death,
Accusers to be first to cast a stone,
Such ridicule and torment is a thing that I accept,
For there is not a way I can atone.

Four men standing in a row and then one laid across,
Just four men and the one who holds them tight,
Which binds me in this prison for a life and then a day,
And nothing I can do will make it right.

Copyright © David Pekrul | Year Posted 2017

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Temple of the Gods-Palindrome

Temple of the Gods Within the realities, unseen deified admits a parallel preen A shielded smokescreen for their succus is made unclean In the matriarchal machine a throne tallat for the Queen A calumnious convene in illusions that dered and demean The fallen Angels level in their banishing bedaubed bedevil In ruins ravaging, they revel a tenacious tenet of their temple For their mendacious meddle we are the reifier of our vessel We wilfully wrestle and retire in our denned deceived nestle We are the many among the few evitative as we quietly ensue For we must rise and renew all sexes seduced within their skew Time to be trusted and true him or her who sees the veils thru Constructs that construe dimensional drifts solos in the goo. A Palindrome is a word or phrase which reads the same backwards as forwards, such as madam deified – past tense of "to deify", meaning to consider as a god succus – any of various liquids excreted by animals or plants tallat--A loft. dered – past tense of "to dere", an archaic word meaning to harm level – various common meanings tenet – a belief or principle reifier – someone who reifies (considers an abstract concept to be real) denned – past tense of to den, meaning to live in a den evitative – a grammatical case indicating fear or aversion. sexes – plural of sex sees – third-person present tense of ‘to see’ solos – plural of solo May.08.2018 Palindromes Sponsored by: Joseph May

Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2018

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Hate is like prison that holds you against the outside world
In your cage you’re held back from experiencing something new
Your life stays in the constraints of living a normal life you know
The guards are those who enforce hate thus are prisoners themselves
They bring in the new inmates daily through preaching hate to all
For some it is life or death for the guards will not let you leave
They don't let anyone in for they might allow people to escape....
To show them a world that they never knew....without violence or hate
The warden makes sure the inmates are confide and guards working
Those who escape might not make it but there are attempts...
Redemption for those who are free to make their own decisions....
Freedom to go anywhere and try anything to appease themselves
And not live in a closed world that gives us nothing new to behold
As people we were meant to see the whole world and not just part
The inmates grasp the bars of ignorance as they get used to the prison
We should show pity not hate towards our brothers and sisters
Or we begin our prison sentence....
For we are free and they are not

Copyright © Ralston Rhoden | Year Posted 2017

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A Fabulous Beast

I met a fabulous beast today,
I met him in a zoo.
I was looking at a tiger,
And he was looking too.

Such strength and dreadful power
He carried with such grace,
And there he was behind the glass
And we were face to face.

A beast of such nobility
A king was what I saw,
So full of menacing presence
I felt rooted to the floor.

He fixed his eyes upon me
With a cold and murderous stare.
I'm glad that I was over here,
And he was over there.

Once he was the ruler,
The lord of all was he. 
And now he's here, trapped in this pen.
A prisoner, is what I see.

Entry for
UP TO A MAX OF 20 lines - Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by Brian Strand. Placed 6th.

Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2018

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The Labyrinth

The labyrinth Wrapped up in my web of lies There is nothing I truly trust Corrupted by what I despise This heart has turned to dust I am lost within myself Trapped in this labyrinth of lies Blind and numb to who I am Too long I'd cower and hide What path remains unbroken Which door can set me free From deep within this labyrinth This labyrinth within me

Copyright © Edward Schmitz | Year Posted 2017

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Held Captive

Held Captive Written: by Tom Wright 3/7/2016 The joys of my past are asleep, Yet I’ve become a prisoner to departed days, And they resist my flight. While today shrouds me in pain. I’m constantly prompted to remember, That forever remains before me.

Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2017

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Our President wants us to see
A Justice as mean as can be
Pack tots in cages
Deny their mom wages
And tell them they'll never be free

Copyright © Rico Leffanta | Year Posted 2018

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One More Day

Tap. Tap. Tap.
Shoes. Clicking against the tiles.

Cling. Cling. Cling.
Keys. Jingling against each other. 

Clink. Clink. Clink.
Cuffs. Clanking against the bars. 

Drip. Drip. Drip.
Water. Smacking against the floor.

Whack. Whack. Whack.
A whip. Lashing against my skin.

One more day to go. 

Just wrote this out in a couple of minutes with my mind on the topic word of "prison". Enjoy!

Copyright © Euphonious Elysium | Year Posted 2015

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They are so good
Some may even say 
The L.A. Kings 
We’re up by 2?
Maybe they are beatable
O, wait
By 4!

Invincible, Incredible, Impeccable
Quick with the glove save
Doughty with a goal
So I’ll say it 
one more god forsaken time

Copyright © Hufferfish Blob | Year Posted 2016