Each night laying here all alone in my cell
My emotions and thoughts put me through hell
Making me regret the choices tearing us apart
Leaving emptiness and pain to fill up my heart
I had to hide all the emotions I would feel
The way I hidden behind concrete and steel
Days last eternities as they rip at my soul
And through it all I’m forced to keep control
It’s a heart wrenching journey without any hope
One some will end dangling from a piece of rope
If I make it through one day I will leave this hell
But I will to myself how many silent tears fell
Categories:
incarcerated, confidence, confusion, courage, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
It is the stillness of the night
My soul cries out to you and I hear your whispers
So near yet so far apart
But nothing stops us spiritually being together.
My love for you transcends time and space,
My wishes for your freedom is sent to the heavens
I would give my life for you to be free once more.
You are my life, my one and only
I speak from my heart and soul
Without you by my side, I am empty
My love for you is all that makes me carry on.
I can see you but once a week
I travel to and from where you are for six hours to be with for all but half an hour
I would cross oceans just to be with you
and to look into your eyes.
My love, be strong, I am always with you
I am always here for you, I will never let you down
I will never leave
and wait for you no matter how long it takes.
All because I love you.
Categories:
incarcerated, care, desire, devotion, feelings,
Form: Free verse
Limbo
I’m in a dark space
There are no edges
And the sides flex if I push
I am blind and deaf
The taste of doubt
In my mouth
The scent of fear
In my nostrils
I roll and kick
But I make no impact
I want to be free
But there’s no way out
I’m agonising
Worrying, uncertainty
Claustrophobia haunts me
Rules my mind.
Everybody hates me
I’m against the world
And the world’s against me
You enter the room
And I snap out of it
My senses return
I’m free once more
My mind has lost its grip.
David Cox 17/04/24
Categories:
incarcerated, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Free verse
EXTRA EXTRA
Contextual Comrades Incarcerated,
Victims of vitriols vexation
denied the rights of their inquisitors.
Censored by the voices of shame
guilt and hubris masquerading
as righteous indignation.
Virtue’s vanity
shouting from the “bully” pulpit
concerned only with its own reflection
“gutturally” genuflecting
before a muted “god”.
©6/3/2021
Categories:
incarcerated, bullying, poetry, spoken word,
Form: Free verse
Incarcerated Thoughts
Written: by Miracle Man
1-17-2020
Thoughts wear my brand while Incarcerated,
until spoken by tongue or printed in ink.
While I may think they’re five star rated,
others have the option of thinking they stink.
Many times, thoughts seem to come with ease,
others arrive quickly and in like manner scatter.
Perhaps some are intended to other thoughts tease,
those finding my paper are all that will matter.
Categories:
incarcerated, how i feel, image,
Form: Lyric
What was created to expose,
now a fortress meant to hide
Bastions of higher learning,
masking havens safe for lies
Where discourse once was treasured,
the ivy droops and sighs
With comfort their true measure,
the dilettantes all cry
Plato is disgusted,
John Locke is more than riled
As a millennium of learning
is mocked in false denial
Students weak and wounded,
from those lessons never learned
Their tomorrow’s but a doomsday,
their futures sure to burn
Those words were there to save them,
both the hated and revered
All truth in dialectics
—left abandoned by their fear
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2016)
Categories:
incarcerated, education,
Form: Rhyme
What was created to expose
is now a fortress just to hide
A bastion of higher learning
within a haven safe for lies
Where discourse once was treasured
the ivy droops and sighs
With comfort their true measure,
the dilettantes still cry
Plato is disgusted,
John Locke is more than riled
As a millennia of learning
is mocked in false denial
Students weak and wounded
from those lessons never learned
Their tomorrow’s but a doomsday
their futures sure to burn
Those words were there to save them
both the hated and revered
All truth in dialectics
—now abandoned by their fear
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2016)
Categories:
incarcerated, words,
Form: Rhyme
Even though the door was open
The bird sat in the cage
Content to stay within
The comfort that it knew
It is said that
Iron bars do not a prison make
Yet in this prison I have made
I sit and wait for you
Categories:
incarcerated, beautiful, bird, winter,
Form: Prose
I grew up with my little sister, Betty Anne Waters
Until conviction took me away in 1980, for a murder in our town.
Which, I would never do! Betty wouldn't let me stay, and wouldn't believe.
She got her ged and many years of college. Passing the bar!
Bringing out evidence from 16 years. Losing her husband and children. Losing everything for, Kenny. Her only brother, my only sister. She won to set me free in 2001.
Betty showed the world, I was a wrongfully incarcerated brother.
The sad part is I died, six months later, enjoying whatever little life I had left.
So I leave this poem to show, my Betty, I appreciate everything, and
give you my last thoughts. With a kiss. Love Kenny!
A wrongfully incarcerated brother.
Categories:
incarcerated, brother, history, sister, me,
Form: Free verse
He cut some corners when filing his tax
Now poor man is going in for the max
He got nailed
Cant get bailed
Of appeals his lawyers now have stacks
For Carolyn's contest
Categories:
incarcerated, funny, life
Form: Limerick
Strong brains
Driven insane
Tired of mundane
Instruction tuned
In to the ways
Of the world's sin
Many gifted from
Birth many treated
As if they have no
Worth. Satan on
Their life path because
They have so many
That their lives affect
So they are locked up
And inprisoned
Like the world rejects
Some are not in jail
Some are not in the projects
Some are not in bad homes
Many don't realize they
Are gifted because Satan
Has never left or won't
Ever leave them alone.
So those strong brains
Mostly remain incarcerated
Maybe this is the reason
For a failing economy
Because intelligence is
In some type of jail
And the ignorance
Raise Hell.
Categories:
incarcerated, introspection, life
Form: Rhyme
From Birmingham walls,
Revolutionary dreams:
King’s manifesto.
Categories:
incarcerated, history
Form: Senryu
The mind is bound to thoughts,
And the heart shackle to emotions.
We're chained to multi-moods
Even linked to seductive sensations.
Categories:
incarcerated, nature, people
Form: Couplet
Vanity and pride are my prison
Inhibitions bind and trap my desires
Relentlessly striving for perfection
Greatness eludes my every move
Outwardly concealing my inner turmoil
*Inspired by Danielle White, Acrostic Astrology Contest
Categories:
incarcerated, life, people
Form: Acrostic