Wife Prison Poems | Examples
These Wife Prison poems are examples of Prison poems about Wife. These are the best examples of Prison Wife poems written by international poets.
Memoriam of the Great Sardar Vallabh Bhai Patel
Who was the first Vice Prime Minister and Home Minister
United each petty kingdom and state and made them dwell
In a single unit, and thus he did administer...
Ironman, he was called, due to his determination.
Kings and kingdoms, like thatched huts of coconut leaves, he shook.
For a united nation, he had no hesitation.
For this, each and every possible means he undertook
We heard, as a barrister, when he was hearing a case
He happened to get a telegram and just kept quiet.
Death of his wife! Yet, as a man in war, he took his place.
Fraternally, he and Neheru tackled each riot.
We had such politicians those days, I'm sorry to say.
We lack such. Is this why we have to go the statue way...?
The ugly prison was dark and dank.
Solitary cells lined up on each side.
I paced up and down the corridor
Saw each prisoner his face hide.
I knew them all, for I put them there,
Uncle John who stole half my earnings,
My teacher who failed me just to spite me,
My neighbour reported me with warnings.
A writer who jealously always blocked me,
My lawyer whom I caught on me spying
A woman who sent me many insulting messages,
Even my cheating wife was there crying.
Where is this prison you might well ask?
Why it’s locked up within my heavy heart?
And the worst of it all, there’s no way out,
What could I do to erase all and my life restart?
Only one way to rid the heaviness of my heart.
To learn the true way to forgive all sins,
Truly forget all useless wishes of revenge
Then perhaps with the Lord’s help a new life begins.
Fiction
I was so angry that I wanted to give my wife a slap.
She went to the mall and a baby was kidnapped.
She kidnapped the baby because we couldn't have one of our own.
I didn't know she'd do it, I would've tried to stop her if I had known.
I had no choice but to call the police and turn her in.
She was arrested and she's in jail because of her sin.
I didn't know what she was capable of when we got hitched.
I didn't want to be an accessory to kidnapping so I snitched.
Christmas is nearly here and she'll be in jail for the holidays.
She committed a horrible crime and now she will have to pay.
It was very painful to turn my own wife in, I didn't want to do it.
But she shouldn't have kidnapped that baby, she really blew it.
The rightful parents got their baby back and their Christmas won't be ruined after all.
But they hate my wife because she kidnapped their baby when she went to the mall.
She will rot in prison for twenty years for committing a crime that was so bad.
I can't afford the bail money, she will be in jail for the holidays and that is sad.
Black-eyed double cross
big trouble inkblot marriage
pick up the peaces?
malevolent storm mistress
beguiled mean streets surrender
Irelands' famine, England chose to ignore
The potato blight caused devastation
Michael stole corn from a granary store
To stop loved ones dying from starvation.
Arrested and charged with theft from the crown
Judge passed sentence and he got twenty years
Outside prison walls in old Galway town
His wife Mary and family shed tears.
Ne'er again see the fields of Athenry
Sent to prison thousands of miles away
He would ne'er again see the free birds fly
From that harsh prison in Botany Bay.
The ship sailed that day on the evening tide
His dreams for the future had all but died.
Written July 26th 2019.
Inspired by the song 'The Fields of Athenry ' The music and lyrics were composed by a Dublin folk singer Pete St John.
When tax is due make sure that you pay
Scarface didn't and got put away
For the feds they got wise
Took Capone by surprise
Alcatraz he went for a long stay.
So the moral of this limerick rhyme
Tax dodging is a serious crime
If you love prison life
And you wont miss your wife
Be prepared you'll go down for some time .
Written on 24th December 2018
For tax and finance limerick contest
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire.
( male )
sometimes i am afraid to open my eyes, scared of what i will see
a life full of mistakes, regrets and bad choices that i knew was never right for me
i became someone use to hate
but now i see all the pain i have caused i am able to relate
i screwed up alot and god knows that i cant go back
i just need to start my recovery so i can get my life back on track
i need my family the ones i pushed away
because they are the ones that actually worried each and everyday
never knowing if they would get a visit.or a call saying i was dead
im sure that the thoughts were played over and over agian in there head
these things a family should never have to endure
so letting them know im truly sorry is the only thing i must do for sure
its time to be the wife, daughter, sister i know that i can be
because i want a family and there really gonna need me
so here i am taking these steps to lay the drugs down
cause i am still to young to end up six feet underground
so off to prison i go with loved ones by my side
so i can be a better person and learn my lesson on this ride
When my wife found my pot, she thought it was tea.
And her employer fired her after he made her pee.
My dad caught me when I smoked my very first joint.
He blistered my buttocks, he wanted to make a point.
He also gave me a lecture about how dope users never win.
The next week he caught me smoking pot and he blistered my butt again.
When he was done, my butt was bright red.
He spanked me so hard that my butt bled.
He thought that I'd quit because twice I was caught.
He thought that I'd stop smoking weed but I did not.
I no longer pay for marijuana because I grow my own.
The cops just found it and I'll lose all that I've grown.
The cops are confiscating my crop and they're arresting me.
I'll see you in ten years because that's when I will be set free.
(This is a fictional poem and I believe that smoking marijuana is wrong.)
He's leading an investigation
About your manipulation
Facts going in his report
You've been busted, slowly caught
Cheating all over this town
One of these days you were bound
To make a huge bad mistake
Messing up you had to break
The heart of our police chiefs
Wife, now your in a lot of grief
He's tracking your every move
Your about to sadly lose
Your freedom, with no bail
As your sitting in his jail
Keeping you there quite a while
He is postponing your trial
As the charges against you
Pile up, you are so through
The chiefs getting much revenge
Karma is about to end
Any chance you'll ever be
A bad creep who is now free
The rest of your life you'll get
To think of how you regret
All the words you have spoken
That let fragile hearts get broken
Let me elaborate
On what love means to me
Giving her the freedom
In which to breathe
Give her space and time
To express herself
She is not your prisoner
So don't lock her in your cell
You never own this woman
Even if she's your wife
Let me elaborate
She still has the right
To experience everything in life
Without oppression or control
Ensure there remains within
Her heart, eyes, mind and soul
Never make her feel invisible
Let her satisfy her needs
Let her know your open
For her to be pleasured and pleased
See the look the glow in her
When that needs appeased
If you try to tie her down
Then it's a fait accompli
That one day she will feel she had enough
And just get up and leave
Because in the end a love like hers
Thrives on being free
Thrives on sharing all her love
And looks to experience everything she needs
To feel loved and womanly
Not there just to serve you as you please.
I don't think that he really did come home
He spent too much time there all alone
Some memories is all he has
Living thirty years in Alcatraz
Convicted for something he didn't do
All those years who ever knew
The jury's guilt gave him time
They said that Chazz had did the crime
True evidence was never there
I guess the jury just didn't care
They had no one who they could blame
They had to come up with a name
So they found someone named Mr. Chazz
To spend some time in Alcatraz
To live thirty years there all alone
They didn't think that he'd come home
But he got out and he was free
Now he can be who he can be
But at sixty nine is there a life
Is there still time to find a wife
Some memories is all he's got
From thirty years he's got a lot
So he went back to Alcatraz
The last we heard of Mr. Chazz
What would you say if I told you I didn’t know if I loved you?
It’s hard to really know for sure.
How can I say either way when all I have
Is a voice on the phone?
But this is you.
And this is us.
What would you say if I told you I didn’t know you at all?
You’re just a shadow or memory.
How can I know you when you are not you,
Not anymore.
But this is you.
And this is us.
What would you say if I told you I didn’t miss you?
I’ve gone right past that you see.
How can I miss you when all I remember
Is the here and now.
But this is you.
And this is us.
What would you say if I told you I didn’t care anymore?
All my feelings are now just numb.
How can I continue to give my heart when
My soul has forgotten you.
But this is you.
And this is us.
Yet, what would I say if you told me you didn’t love me anymore?
I would break into pieces.
How can I live without you when my life
Is because of you.
This is me.
And this is us.
This is prison life
And I’m a prison wife.
My wife and I are in court and we're being tried.
She and I were the modern day Bonnie and Clyde.
But we didn't rob banks, we stole by identity theft.
When we got through, people had no money left.
She lied in court when she said that I put her up to it.
I can't even use a computer, it was that hag's idea to do it.
She turned on me so fast that it would make your head spin.
Now I'll spend twenty years in jail, my sex life has come to an end.
The jury just came back in and found both of us guilty.
My wife gave them the finger because they didn't set her free.
I'm so sexually frustrated that I feel like I'm going to bust.
You're looking at a man who is suffering because of his lust.
We were the modern day Bonnie and Clyde, our story must be told.
I'll reject my wife when we're released because she'll be too damn old.
I'm In Prison
Who can help ?
I am in prison
I am arrested,
Unfree
I am driven by my emotions
Abused by my feelings
So sad
I cannot find peace of mind
Never mind !
I cry all day long
I struggle to rest at night
Sleepless mood
Sleepless mode
I suffer pain
I suffer from a pestilent sin
That troubles my soul
Giving pressure to my hear
Now it's time to sleep
Time to sleep it is
But I cannot
Due to stress
Stress that does not give me rest
But a test
Of my life
Sorrow has become my wife
Friends and enemies have left me
My only best friend is darkness.
Drencho POET Loads
Loving you is feeling complete,
Loving you is an everyday treat.
Loving you is all I need,
Loving you is flying at speed.
Loving you is all consuming,
Loving you is flowers blooming.
Loving you is the rest of my life,
Loving you is one day being your wife.
Loving you is Christmas every day,
Loving you is all I say.
Loving you is far from small,
Loving you is giving my all.
Loving you is trying something new,
Loving you is the perfect view.
Loving you is all I know,
Loving you is chocolate gateaux.
Loving you is being 10 years old,
Loving you is having someone to hold.
Loving you is the hearts endeavour,
Loving you is my forever.