Detention Poems - Poems about Detention

Who can detain me? Unless I allow myself? It's all right in here......

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Break Free (original). I decline to be bathed in abject defeat, I intend to break free. My endeavour isn’t dead, intellect serves as a panacea for me My muse and I must find impassioned advocacy to meet. I intend to break free, I decline to be bathed in abject defeat. The solution I submit, it will...

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For once this is a poem that really happened to me a long time ago. ______________________________________ Sometimes I recall some deed of the past, Why, that day I was really aghast. I felt angry and humiliated Decision taken made me frustrated. I was just fifteen or so at that time, A teacher considered mine a crime. I was guilty, and easily distracted. Outside I...

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in school halls the length of the land after the final bell, by the thousand taken by some strict schoolmaster who is determined they will go faster the perfect poem is being created but teachers are obviously not elated because these poems are a punishment a system designed as a detriment to pupils who would have otherwise fooled and played up in disguise...

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That old wooden box that we nailed to a plank The pram in the ditch that required a good yank All that we needed was front and back wheels We wouldn’t need brakes for we had rubber heels The front wheels we fixed with some bent-over nails At that point we didn’t think we would need sails The back wheels meant...

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20 minutes that is 120 weeks in prison 2 years, 3 months, 2 weeks and 20 minutes to get locked up 20 minutes to fingerprint you 20 minutes to process you 120 weeks in prison is 2 years, 3 months, 2 weeks and 20 minutes. 20 minutes was longer than it took to get lost 120 weeks 42 days before court gave me 120 weeks -...

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In my country, gangs of fiends own the night. In my country, we lived broken lives of torment. My family fled with little but our naked terror. Bleeding and blistered, our feet carried us hundreds of miles. But I always had my familia. We migrated in trucks, never sure we could trust coyotes. We roamed scorching desert, never sure we would find...

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Chanting for the jewel in the heart of the heart of the lotus Ohm mani padme hum I bite the invisible neon green cast off which protects my broken wrist flushing bits down the mirror or chrome toilet of the tomorrow It has stopped suddenly this day has no meaning when idly tearing away the chips of broken plaster from my arm...

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The perverse acceptance of dehumanization coincides with the illusion of vulnerability Degradation underlies the prolonged process systematically re-wiring a once skeptical public Manufacturing receptiveness to a diminished existence is the prevailing goal The need for coercion dissipates as resistance vanishes Turning imprisonment into an implied circumstance...

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No therapist wanted to do any kind of counseling for B School, which to my home is quite near. I was frankly bewildered that three of my friends, Susan, Tad, and Sun had told me they would never come back here. B school looked lovely; the grounds were impeccably beautiful - flowers, wind spinners, and fountains with...

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This place is no haven, hated and feared for the isolations found here. Those caught outside find it a gulf too harsh and unable to cope ... peer hopelessly in from behind the wide wall. Celebrate escape with a hundred floaty balloons. Shapes of my choice in a multitude of...

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take my pure sweet senses into---------Love ecstasy before my soul completely---- Defies dries up and withers in infinity-------------Prisons taking me to the end road ----------------Thereof creeping out of my spirit of love---------Cry’s for you my darling resonate all----------Reasons...

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