Doing Time Poems - Poems about 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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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

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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...

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Thirty days hath September, April, June November and anyone... over the speed limit. © Harry J Horsman 2011...

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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...

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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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