Convict Poems - Poems about Convict

Walked in through those gates, the legends foretold/ valley of death? Try a circus of old/ The baddest dude charged, Timber! Came the call/ He fell like a Jenga tower, five stories tall/ A gang rolled up, thinking strength in their mix/ Twenty-five sprawled out, my karate did the tricks/ One guy swung a mop, I said, nice try my dude/ Bruce...

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I'm living life hard knock and it's hard to get by/ I'm trapped in a prisoner state of mind/ Sometimes it's good times sometimes it hits the fan/ I'm just trying to get by, maintain so I can live my life/ I need help, I'm trapped in a prisoner state of mind/ All my days are routine and I need...

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A convict Mentality/ Is common sense to someone/ But, uncomprehensible to most/ People get it twisted/ They think an inmate and convict/ Are the same/ But they are not/ Two worlds apart/ An inmate can be anyone/ Who goes to prison/ A convict sets people away from others/ A convict is about business/ In all ways/ No one sees weakness/ When looking upon a convict/ An inmate is a weak...

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There's a dramatic ebb and flow in our system now, And the turbulence leaves the weak in its wake. As the roots between liberal and conservative, Have spread wider across a barren landscape. The growth of weeds has limited the harvest, Choking off the discontent and seeds to...

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The convict was running from the police. He chose the wrong woman to rob. She had grown up with eight brothers. When he yelled for her to “get out” of her own car She began to whale on him. She hurt him badly. He had been hurt less in prison during a jump. She was interviewed on the news after she...

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“Be still for Chrisake! The head is crowning. Now be still, damn you!” These women are the damned Crammed into slab huts At the edge of Hell. Condemned as sluts, Their bellies swell With hunger Or some bastard’s bastard brats. "Be still, please God! Let the brat be still!"...

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WE HAVE AN"IDEA ABOUT BEING "FAIR"! WE STAND AGAINST BIGOTRY,HATE,RACISM,ETHINIC CLEASINING,FACISM,AND ANY FORM OF "HATE" AGAINST A "FELLOW HUMAN BEING"!!! WHO SHOULD BE CONVICTED OF NOT STANDING AGAINST RACISM AND "HATE"? THOSE WHO DO NOT STAND AGAINST RACISM VERBALLY AND SAY IT IS A ENEMY OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA SHOULD BE BARRED FROM...

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A geisha today a convict tomorrow My mouths are all speaking Blah Glad and Hah Sad I cannot hear them for I am done Broken and cracked, an egg of myself A cowgirl whose nose is out of joint A different smell than others have My green eyes are a glory to my face Looking at me from a mirror Only I understand, and...

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Alexander Pearce, you won’t know the name And you’ll gag when you find out his claim to fame He was sent to Australia for steeling some shoes According to Ireland’s 1819 crime news Ended up in Port Author but got out on bail Drunk and disorderly so it’s back into jail Recalcitrant convicts were sent then to an isle Just west...

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If the shoe fits wear it, if rules convict declare it put on walking 4/25/18 written words by James Edward Lee Sr. Copyright © 2018...

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Straight out of prison Wondering what I've been missing Right out of the gates I stuck out my thumb A van load of hippies All from Mississippi Stoped and asked, hey dude...what's going on I'm here for adventure Well hop in then Mister Adventure is what we're all about Now where we're all going There's no way of knowing A van of hippies and parolee freshly...

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Murder Convict Visit A Family Member in the Hospital A homicidal family member ...

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Straight out of prison Wondering what I've been missing Right out of the gates I stuck out my thumb A van load of hippies All from Mississippi Stoped and asked, hey dude...what's going on I'm here for adventure Well hop in then Mister Adventure is what we're all about Now where we're all going There's no way of knowing A van of hippies and parolee freshly...

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I killed a man. Took his life, he lives no more. Watching his lifeless body, prone, lying on the floor. How should I feel? So many emotions fill my brain. It was so quick, just one blow removed him from this plane. Murder! just a word but the act itself carries such weight. Such a heinous crime. It should...

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Yesterday my wife and boy passed on from this despicable scene. Trapped in the floating, cesspool of human misery for months we have been. I tried to weep for them, yet no tears would break free from my eyes. I held their lifeless bodies for hours as I said my good byes. The ships crew made their morning ritual...

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