Short Incarceration Poems
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in contemplation-
incarceration frees up
thoughts into a dream
Inspired by Abe's photo of Martin Luther King
If continued, the present rate of incarceration
will have one out of every fifteen persons
spending some time of their lives in a prison.
TOMMYROT
Flabbergasted – a swimming head
A cold intrusion
A sullen bed.
Cantankerousness
Apt delusion
Inept in death
Dyspeptic relation
Cryptic tree
Unjust incarceration
Liberate me.
A man steals a hundred dollar watch to get money to feed his family.
He gets caught and thrown into a penitentiary.
The taxpayer tab for his incarceration will be extremely costly for us.
I think all would be better off if we just gave him the watch.
Were I to know how you feel
I could traverse the wastelands of ignorance
Free from this incarceration in myself
Marvel in the elation of empathy
Feel the stuff we are made from
And belong
Alas I observe from a distance and presume
©db April 2015
As my body shakes violently,
In the midst of sound sleep;
Naked and alone
Lying on the cold concrete...
This reality of my nightmare,
I DREAM...
Sick and tired of incarceration,
Of going to jail 4 no damn reason.
I’ve done more time & litigation,
Probably covered most every season.
We clean & scrub 4 unfit grub,
We bust our ass, so time will pass.
We want to leave; we’ve paid our dues,
Can’t they see, debts paid times two.
An introvert in isolation
Talked to fairies in desperation
Not even quit faint
So neighbours complained
Called Police for incarceration
An extrovert shut up and inside
Climbed into tupperware as his guide
Held in detention
He gained contention
But then the lid was dissatisfied
28th April
An angel,
in his heavenly tranquility, observing the lamentations of an inconsolable soul because of its
upcoming incarceration within the walls of mortal flesh, turned towards it and calmly said:
" Be patient dear soul for manifold your rewards will be for such a sacrifice !"
© Demetrios Trifiatis
27 March 2018
The silent voices
crying in pain
your soul has known struggle
Shades of gray
knowing of your incarceration
your isolation
The tears feel worthless
laid down in emptiness
so bitter, so cold
Prayers seem like vain words
said without meaning
lost within the winds
Faith has forgotten this soul
tied down by this world
bound and oppressed
Form:
there is a sound when you leave
all electricity is lost
all water is dissolved
all air is thinned out
there is a blankness as time passes
all age is tainted
each era is ruined
every period is murky
there is a change when realization comes
what matters drown
what is important suffocates
what is relevant becomes inanimate
the golden road is now blue
If I had a badge, I would arrest people who yell at dogs
people who poison chipmunks
people who pause at stop signs
people who pass cars on the right
people who text while they are driving
people who shoot fireworks from July 2nd through July 24th
In their cells I would place insomniacs and screamers
to make their life more delightful during their incarceration
I sat by her bedside
As she lay motionless
Cruelly aware of her incarceration
Trapped inside a broken body
Unable to move
Unable to speak
A mere shadow of what once was
And in my black despair
I prayed for her
And I heard Malachi’s words
So I prayed for her release
So she would awake with the Lord
And burst forth from her stall
Like a young calf in springtime
Form:
I`ve waited for long
to see my star and starlets,
Pains of incarceration,
can`t stop my passion,
My body can be weakened,
not my heart and emotions.
Great pearl of my soul!
No sickness can hold me down,
though my liver may fail me,
I will rise again
to take you to mount of bliss,
Now that I`m home,my love reigns!.
*Romantic
Olusegun Arowolo
(old poem)
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I try to embrace you and you walk away, I try to kiss your lips and you turn away, I can
hear your heart beat from it's little locked box, and I can hear your voice telling me to stop,
but where are we in a life without love? Alone and confused face down in a fog of our own
design. Let my sunshine break us from our prison. Our life's incarceration, where true
happiness is just on the other side of the wall.
Form:
BLOCKHEAD
Some folks’ say all my life I’ve been a BLOCKHEAD.
Maybe if I could have gotten through that last ROADBLOCK,
news of my incarceration wouldn’t be such a family BLOCKBUSTER.
So here I sit all alone in my CELL BLOCK.
I’m suffering a bad case of WRITERS BLOCK,
without a clue the path my mind should take to UNBLOCK.
By the time I get out of here, I’ll need 100 spf SUNBLOCK.
For the BLOCK-BLOCK-BLOCK contest.
Boy, I wish I knew some funny kids
so I could win ten bucks
But, I am here at fifty nine
I guess, I'm out of luck
If I hung around some playgrounds
To get some inspiration
It wouldn't take to long
before I faced incarceration
The world has got me second guessing
Can Men and children mix
Is everybody suspect
Of someone being sick
I have to say I love kids
but I surely do, at distance
Ashamed to be apart
Of a world with this existence