Best Prisons Poems

Confined within the steep banks of a narrow mind 

is a cryptic river where men stumble in and go blind

They construct reinforced dams that hold...

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They kill a body and to prison go
Behind the bars with time they have to pay
A life that’s deadened with a life exchanged
So law and...

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Uncomplicated me
I thought I was coloured blind
free thinking and kind
with an evolved mind
Loving and accepting 
of the ones I find

Yet my blindness 
Is that of...

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The Malkavian..Part 1

His mind has all the meaning of a madman that is screaming
Tortured and tormented, a life lived to be lamented 
His family, drained...

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Uncomplicated me
I thought I was colour blind
free thinking and kind
with an evolved mind
Loving and accepting 
of the ones I find

Yet my blindness 
Is that of...

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Bastille


Many years ago
They stormed the Bastille
Two hundred and one lost their lives
The tennis court oath however survived

Jacques had his heart with the masses
Necker could not...

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Walls Make Bad Neighbours

‘All in all we are just bricks in the wall’ deconstructed by Pink Floyd
        ...

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What If

  You live in a Matrix that you don't know, what is really happening around you.
That there are people that wish to control...

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How do I praise your influence, oh Rumi?
For you are the essence of my poetry. 
Poet's quote.

I was lost in mournful melodies of birds,
until death...

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If wealth is now your blessing,
what then was the prayer?
Avarice, its goal possessing,
yet in penury, despair.

I see them often in the store
eyes ahead, regard for...

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I try to see 
back before 
to who Eddy once was
just barely before when
the bending began
Eddy was after all
a cute child 
wide eyed
hugging kissing and...

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This love, enduring - ballast of the soul
is ever curing, thee to mine, not role,
but a clear stream of commonplace, of knoll,
that not division's grinding...

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I move my hurtful head and stare forlorn
Over my non-existing boundary,
Where past is seen and future laughs decayed.
Here language is an unwelcome guest,
In stillness awkward,...

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I step into the temple
in search of painted dreams
Figures wrapped in irresistible shine 
they come to life within their fresco prisons
A kaleidoscope of painted saints
powerless...

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Its here the thing we all fear, 
The apocalypse is near,
The devils spurn has risen,
Trapping us in our homes like prisons,

To plague our planet already...

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