Sentenced Poems - Poems about Sentenced

Locked within the confines of my mind’s dark cell, Both convict and captor, a self made hell. Each thought a shackle, every memory a bar, Confined by my own mind, a prisoner of psychological scars. In this self-imposed exile, I am utterly alone, A solitary figure locked in a world of dark, cold stone. Forsaken by hope, abandoned by light, I dwell...

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Incredibly Sentenced To make each part everlasting; ...

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I wear my heart on paper Ink fills my veins like blood reviews cut like a razor but I’m addicted to the pen. I pump words with every heartbeat I hoard paragraphs in my room I take interjections like a junkie I wear verbs like a parfum. I’m feeling the contractions as I erase awkward phrases I write sad poems that feel like skin. and fill...

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Writing… not the beginning of verse, but the end Grabbing life by the throat, the birth of a thought —whose story begins Captive together, they walk word by word toward the jury Scars and accolades, joy and strife —in sentenced glory (Ronald McDonald House: January, 2020)...

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Sentenced to love Since I broke your heart my life is like a desert with no water, never feeling the kiss of a single raindrop. Lonely days as a single cloud, floating across wide open sky, not even that of a bird my eyes see or company to keep. Wanting to call, to hear from sweet missed lips,...

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Involuntarily I exist in this institution Experiencing the pain that’s dedicated to my life I plead the fifth to the constitution It’s strange, I never lived once, but somehow I’ve died thrice A sacrificial lamb lay to pasture Covered in hatred, drenched in loathing, exposed and despised Just some of the stones I gathered Along with scorned words, disrespect and lies Uncomfortably I...

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They place my vowel Under barren landscape Sipping from cracked porcelain cup Of an alienated heartbeat Devilish grins Slapping Karma’s bottom, A quarterback’s misguided win Liar’s prophetic retinas glaze With metric, disciplinary ruler They place my consolidated lyric On upper hand Of cubic zirconium petulance Their torn, lanolin coated tissue Degrading polyester embedded uniform Mislead by “savior’s” belief A desolate embodiment of character They observe me With cherry coated pupils Through rusty, iron...

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It’s no fun when you Want to write and few words are There on your page though Thousands lodge within your brain – Sentenced, without release....

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they sentenced me to pay off your credit cards and back tax ring that bell they sentenced me to be subjected to grumpy not so special day they sentenced me to wish I didn't waste my time trying to be sweet they sentenced me to wonder about your motives it feels so phony they sentenced me to first take back my heart and then protect...

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Sentenced To Live,Licenced To Give Chariot of horse,clarion with hoarse,bastion of choice. I project aboard,my walk in life about. On the abrasive of craft,by the shaft of the tool of want, I decipher the yields of the fields. Aesthetics and complexities;my work will wodge a lodge to harness.This legacy,these messages variegate my desires to attune in aspire. Sentenced to live,then I reason death...

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They took the poet and sentenced him to death. His crime was simply not wanting to write crappy poetry, but rather wanted his pen to run with the wild things. To create canvases of imagination for anyone to see. the clouds and green oaks would bow to him and gladly shed paper and a comfortable...

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The dimly lit room seems even smaller As days turn into lonely weeks If not for the one band of light that reaches Like fingers to touch my lonely soul I would have no sight of walls at all I would have no feeling of life I am held to solitude for accountability As it was my fault that the death occurred There...

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As I peer down from this concrete tower and out onto this city I call home... With its concrete sidewalks and the people who seem to stare endlessly into an empty abyss. As they each clamor to gain a foot hole in this never ending ascend climb to the top of a mountain that never...

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