Prison Poems | Examples of Prison Poetry

I got my mind on my money and money on my mind/ Cat scan if you like you'll tell I ain't lying/ Verse One Money is all I know all I see and remember/ From January to December I'm...Read More

Storage for souls, Home for the deviant, Imprisoned for a transformation, Secluded for a change, Made to walk on a sombre-solitude path, Harbinger to newness. May 17, 2022, Bite Size Poem No. 44 Poetry Contest. ...Read More

Armed to kill with their guns and batons, How can we defend ourselves against them, Hooligans in uniforms with weapons, Police preaching peace and protection, Yet proving themselves a constant contradiction, As they beat up defenseless innocence,...Read More

Russia's losses have been greater with their Ukrainian invasion Compared to nine years in Afghanistan, another miscalculation Many towns and cities in Ukraine are now being taken back As Ukrainian defenders launch, a devastating counter attack. At a river...Read More

Soft spoken like Charmin The earth is down to you You’d sacrifice the clothes off your body in a winter storm Forever putting yourself out of the photo Loyal to snakes Spearhead in your spine Future bright as a billboard at 2...Read More

I have toothpaste because I paid money. I watch TV for the same reason. And this money thing is far from funny: Without it you are as in a prison! I have polish that I also have bought. Water, power,...are...Read More

These walls. These walls are strong in structure. These walls are as cold as ice. These walls bake in the summer sunshine. These walls know our truths, our fears, our lies. These walls witness our darkest dreams living. These walls see...Read More

losing best friends is tragic ~ lose one for taking a life, stigmatic By David Kavanagh...Read More

One may think what a boon it is to be immortal Defeating death may at first seem the greatest victory When ill health plagues, striving for a cure, seems pivotal No doubt, longevity of life in many...Read More

You may together fetter my legs With my hands shackled at my back Then you stand aloof and laugh But like Lazarus from the grave Still, I will move. You may lock me inside the dungeon of terror All around...Read More

The remnants of the castle I had built with the silver sands of my dormant dreams, sank at the bleak bottom of breaking waves in the stormy sea of wrecking strife. Emerging free out of the...Read More

Trapped in slothfulness Trapped in spiral labyrinth Will she leave her shell Inspired by a mosiac art of snails in Aquileia Basilica. Explained here: https://theomagica.com/blog/visit-to-a-gnostic-sanctum-aquileia Aquileia's official website explaining the site: http://www.comune.aquileia.ud.it/index.php?id=6903&L=4...Read More

What good is freedom without Our own time. We're society's prisoners but have committed no crime. Life's like a journey on a slow-moving train. From station to station nothing lost nothing gained. From our very first breath we're all caught in a web. Hills become...Read More

Kings resemble Worlds tears from silent streaming stars rosary circles...Read More

THE CRUELTY OF MY PEN The mind can think one thing, but it is the pen that is in controlIt commands all of my words, and all the lines of my story told I can fume and...Read More