Doing Time Poems - Poems about Doing Time

Doing Time

Doing Time is not easy but it's something that I gotta do/
Survival of the fittest so this how I gotta move/
I'm not the strongest so I got a lot to lose/
Pound for pound round for round I got a lot to prove/
Every night I go to sleep paranoid and schizophrenic/
In my prison cell feeling like

Stop Making Cents

They can print money, when there’s a big dept
for us that’s a crime, and we’d end up doing time

It smells of baloney, with this concept
it’s for them to shine, so they can have their dime

Doing Time

On a dark and rainy afternoon
Whence I’d been sentenced to my bedroom
For my crime of failing to take care
To not be a pain in my mother’s derriere 
As it happens, I was a lad of six
Full of mischief and annoying tricks
Apparently, I had failed to take warning
That had been admonished all morning
Thus, when afternoon did

Doing Time With Love

Doing Time With Love

Like a raisin in the sun
Time is its own enemy.

Encountering love on its battlefield
It ticks away with ageless accuracy.

Eternity knows no boundaries;
And love is infinite.

Doing Time

I know I did wrong I committed a crime
That’s why I’m here just doing my time
Alone in a room behind a locked door
With stains on the wall and dirt on the floor
Four bars on the window there’s not much to see
For breaking the law looked what happened to me
I miss all my friends and my

Just Doing Time

I have faced death many times
How, I escaped its grasp ?
Simply,  can't be defined
Someday, I know, it will be, my time
But until then, this fragile life is mine

I know the clock is ticking
It will,  'till I take my last gasp
But for now, I'll just keep on kicking
And take my licking,
While death keeps pricking

Oh

Doing Time

As I sit alone in my cell 
My mind starts to dwell 
On the fact that I’m still here 
Trapped in my own hell 

Alone and imprisoned 
By my own fear
As I continue my sentence 
Year after year 

My own prison I've built 
Out of my own depression and shame 
Unwilling to forgive 
I have

Doing Time In the Coffee Shop

Thirty five years ago I met a man in the coffee shop.
 He told me that he had been coming here for thirty five years. 
I smiled at him and said really?
That was my first time.
Thirty five years later I am still here in the coffee shop.
Today I spoke to a young man.
I told him

Doing Time

don't be bought
you might get caught
don't be blind
there trouble of all kind
its a crime
might you to do too
it
DOING TIME

Doing Time

kept this in mind
and not lying
you committe
a crime
read the sign
you will be not free
you'llbe
DOING TIME

Doing Time

I try to live my life free from worldly fetish
At times I experience a lot of mental anguish
I’m stuck in a mental prison, feeling delusional
Imagination running wild, maybe I’m just emotional
As if being punished for an unknown crime
Living this life became like doing time
I’m having countless dreams that don’t make no sense
I often lie awake

Doing Time In Kimo

Thirty days hath September, April, June
November and anyone...
over the speed limit. 

 © Harry J Horsman  2011

From a Hell Doing Time

As I read each word on every line,
that he wrote from a hell doing time,
my heart hurt so deep inside,
how many tears has this mother cried...

He talked about how he hurt those he loved,
and all those days I didn't know where he was,
I could tell the tears were falling from his eyes,
he said mother, I'm

Doing Time

Sitting here day after day wondering and dreaming of what i left behind. 
Not being able to communicate with the outside world. 
Waiting and hoping for a visit or a call. 
The days and nights seem to be lost forever. 
Longing to see you or anyone to say hello. 
The days pass by just counting

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