Prisoner Poems - Poems about Prisoner

...In the saloon Tom, Jenna and Tania were talking about Christmas week They wanted to spread some cheer for the good folks of Soup Creek Tom thought Milton would make a good Santa and hoped he......Read More

...A bum rap the disheveled prisoner claims Clamoring about in his padded cell Unable to recall the women he maims, He made their lives a living hell. Lumbering about like a trapped anim......Read More

... It is the moments Of laughter piercing the atmosphere Finding yourself being present Present in the now Present in the joy of the day offering itself Under the soft caress Of the crisp win......Read More

...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......Read More

... A continued cycle of torture and abuse: If I stayed, I would probably be dead, so I had no choice but to run as far away as I could. Living with you was hell on earth; as soon as you kne......Read More

...A lady was kept in a bottle, a glass bottle, for being so beautiful. She was kept for a long time as a prisoner because the witch did it to her. Anybody at the present time may not believe in witch......Read More

... Isolated peat bog is a lonely place never more so than on a storm-driven night. It's a time when the banshee howls streaking across the land claiming midnight for her own. With hair strea......Read More

...CAN I SEE? Can I see the joyful rainbow from here? A leaden veil of thick cloud dims My earnest vision, So I cannot rise in confidence From my earth-bound state of grief, Garnered from days......Read More

...FLICK PROPHETIC FINGER Knocking hard on a massive ancient gate, Step out of a gaunt, granite building, Leave behind its austere contents, With wood-panelled box-seats, Pinching sardine-tigh......Read More

...I feel stale Like a cigarette that’s been put out and relit too many times An overcooked flavor of twice smoked dreams, fills every room. When that blue haze of familiarity clouds my mind, Add an......Read More

...A mournful train whistle, that most evocative sound, heralds the departure and the wheels start their round There can have been few things as satisfying as a long slow train ride, especially......Read More

...I long to return to a warm June day, Feeling the glow of sun on my face, Watching clouds across the sky race. I don’t know why I feel this way But I’ve always loved the summer For ......Read More

...Life is all about Transformations... The one who was yesterday.. Is not the one today.. The One who is here today.. Is not the one tomorrow.. Every human is transforming.. Within and out.. Min......Read More

...Free verse eludes, escapes I cannot rein it in Not free at all, in fact Unarticulated words held prisoner by rigid structures in my mind Too much is none at all, it seems A canvas ......Read More

...The spirit-man within him stood Persevered the pain. Determined he would take no food, until the blessings rained. Both mind and body were subdued. The Creator was his claim. In a jail, shack......Read More