Places Prison Poems

(Oscar Wilde wrote that long poem "The Ballad of Reading Gaol" in 1897, quoted here. In it, a man met his death; for some decades...

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I used to enjoy the sunshine, lazy days by the sea
Now the sunshine is a prisoner too, in here with me.

Freedom was just a word,...

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Thoughts of my abuse courageously spirals out of control

No drug in this world can conquer this raw resilience…..

Its ability to conivingly creep up with silence...

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‘Tis lucky me father lies in the grave,
Than t’see the havoc I have wreaked
In the name of actin’ bold and brave,
My misadventures dastardly peaked.

In this...

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The Underworld 

There is a path
that leads to the bridge. 
Well, not exactly. 
It leads under it. 
Why would anyone want to go that way?...

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 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...

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*Image of Alcatraz San Francisco by Pixabay.

The Island of Alcatraz

Startled clouds lurk midst a gate
beams stretch crossed a bay
pylons yon the sneaky fog
dreams fetch castaway.
Deserted...

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Cityscape 

You point to the sky
Yet you're rooted to earth
Your colourless windows
Reflect sunshine and mirth 

If stark is an asset
You're bringing it, plenty
So stoney and...

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With its own refreshing taste…
Any life from it severed, an unarguable waste,
Now seemingly abstract, soon fiercely concrete:
A pair of good shoes for all feet!

Before me...

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Languishing inside a cell(his demons) so fierce
        and punishing; isolating loneliness pierce
      ...

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I was a soldier, but never sure
  of those things I was  
  charged to do

I was asked to fight
  pick...

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A man born into lesser places, 
than even hell itself.

Asking for God to save him,
from the love that he has felt.

Going back to where he...

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Phase:1


I found myself in a market..,
Market of human cattles.,
Trying to get through the situation.,
My wrists were tied with metals..
It was half past seven.,
Neglecting all my...

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Concrete cells,
Solid iron doors,
Solitary confinement,
Cold hard floors.
Pitch blackness,
No shred of light,
Hardened criminals,
Lose their fight.
First night terrors,
Blood curdling screams,
No escape,
From nightmarish dreams.
Sleepless nights,
Tedious days,
Lowest of the...

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The mystery in the story,
Replacing time and names,
Becomes his altered reality,
The fantasy in his game,
To match a weathered ego,
The character that he plays,
Written in resemblance,
From...

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