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Self-Sentenced Solitude :POTD:

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

Categories: sentenced, anger, angst, dark, emotions,
Form: Rhyme

Incredibly Sentenced

Incredibly Sentenced



                                   To make each part everlasting;

Categories: sentenced, lost, spoken word,
Form: Free verse

Sentenced

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

Categories: sentenced, 11th grade, words, write,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Sentenced Glory

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)

Categories: sentenced, words, writing,
Form: Rhyme

Sentenced To Love

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,

Categories: sentenced, feelings, girlfriend, heartbroken,
Form: I do not know?

Sentenced

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

Categories: sentenced, conflict, crazy, deep,
Form: Dramatic Verse

Sentenced

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

Categories: sentenced, judgement, life, metaphor,
Form: Free verse

Sentenced

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.

Categories: sentenced,
Form: Tanka

Sentenced

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

Categories: sentenced, angst, anniversary, confusion, depression,
Form: Haiku

Sentenced To Live,Licenced To Give

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

Categories: sentenced, allegorylife,
Form: Rhyme

Sentenced To Death

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

Categories: sentenced, deathpoems,
Form: Free verse

Sentenced

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

Categories: sentenced, angst, life, lonely,
Form: Free verse

Locked Away and Never Sentenced-

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

Categories: sentenced, life, day, cancer, drug,
Form: I do not know?