Short Jail Cell Poems

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Premium Member Stubbed Toe

I didn’t mean to stub my toe
At two I cry
At fifteen I swear
At twenty one I don’t even notice
At thirty two I wake up in a jail cell
At forty? WTF
© Cs Parker  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Resistors Not Traitors

One can not fight in a war
when one does not believe in what one is fighting for.
One who would rather serve time in a jail cell
than throw their moral convictions to hell
is just as much a hero in my eyes
as any brave veteran recognized.
Form: Rhyme

A Troubled Son

A child grows, but not the way you hoped both strong willed and wayward thinking troubled teens and young manhood lead to a troubled life drugs and a jail cell anger and doubt never heard that screams pain
For the contest "A Nonet"
Form: Nonet

Ariana Lynn Portillo

Wedding  dress rides bicycle.
She cracked ribs staring in my window. 
                        Crocodile teardrops jail cell.
Peat shale lignite.
                   Venus squaw bean.
Police car mother death.
          Late September,
Drugstore beads. sandalwood.
Form: Concrete

In the Belly of the Beast

As I sit here in this jail cell
where evil spirits and demons feast.
I can feel the hatred around me
here in the belly of the beast.

With each shouted curse or scream of pain
the evil around me grows.
I'm a single Christian Soldier
where the enemy forces flow.
Form: Rhyme


Evileye

spiritual 


   conversations



           screaming


                     the jail cell

        where the wickedness festers


like worms on a plate

                   of sacred bread

          eaten in secret




       and divided amongst the disciples of Hell

Premium Member Clown Car Or Elevator

A clown car or an elevator?
A forest or a meadow?
Sad or happy?
The choice is yours.

Pink polka dots or Linen Gray?
A kitchen accident or a freight train?
Joyfulness or Melancholy?
The choice is yours.

A magical kingdom or a jail cell?
Pie or cheese?
Excitement or Boredom?
The choice is yours.
Form: List

Premium Member Don'T Cheat Uncle Sam

There was once a fella named Dan
                 Who always ran from the tax man
                        Till he woke up in jail cell
                        And he began to just yell
               Uncle Sam threw his butt in the can






Contest :Tax And Finance 
Sponsor:Carolyn Devonshire.

( male )

12-23-18
© Alexis Y.  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member The Rioteer

The  Rioteer



There was a rioteeering lady named Trixie,

Who with folks of her kind liked to mixy.

With bats and rocks she headed out,

To hit an officer in his snout.

She now does time in a jail cell in Dixie!



                    June 3, 2020
                     9:15am PST
                    Poem # 2017
Form: Limerick

America the Great

Poisoning his body ever since she left;
right up close, yet a million miles away.
Meth-lab;
got rehab.
Wasting away in his jail cell,
he's straight to heaven, yet living in hell.
Right up close, yet a million miles away.
Knock on wood; hope he stays good.
In spite of strife, she took his life;
she was supposed to be his wife.

Fright

I sat down on my jail cell bed,my head was spinning i started to sweat!
The room was dim the was were cold.....
That's how the was told.....Smacked face first on the ground,body shaking there was no sound....
As i was lay on the floor,next thing i know they opened the door.....
rushing in,down on me i only seen what i wanted to see....
The room was dim the walls were cold,now that's how the story will be told!

Realize

Who can i run to,who can i tell
I feel like i'm barred up in lonely jail cell

Where can i go,where can i run
I want to escape because this is not fun

Why do i try,why can't i quit
I'm addicted to your love and i can't get enough of it

Wonders of a soulless dreamer
Categorized by your heart

The morals of today's society at one rest stop
I must venture away from what is keeping me too close

To something but doesn't spiritually fulfills
My youth and my womanly growth
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