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Poems about prison from a family member's perspective. Poems for when a Family member is in Prison.‎The Forgotten Victim · ‎Only Memories · ‎End Of A Journey · ‎My Prayer.
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• More by Reginald Dwayne Betts
• Arizona Prison Writing Project
• Prison Poetry: A Medium for Growth and Change | SpringerLink
• PRISON POEMS

Shots fired Another man down, Latino and black on black crimes. Hearses riding, preachers preaching, mothers crying Father's nowhere to be found- Incarcerated lockdown. Strapped with pistols Swearing vengeance for every comrade that died. It was those who came before me That paved the way Giving me this opportunity to write poetry today-.

From the confines of a cubicle I watch a roach crawling around The peeling paint of a prison wall.

More by Reginald Dwayne Betts

It seems I've been here Since the construction of this s model of Criminal Justice. If I were to discover the burgundy in your eyes, would that be the road to an unconditional influence of possibilities? Should such chemistry ignite a world of wisdom, a life of knowledge or another volume of fire?

See, of course Eye am hungry…. In some Gents eyes, love is but a game, Perro not everyone in este vida sees things quite the same. All Rights Reserved. Must be 18 to view this website and have read our Terms of Service. Skip to main content. Member Login Sign Up. Why WriteAPrisoner? Host a birthday card campaign for your pen-pal through your own social media. We even have cards you can print and send for free. Inmate Poetry.

Love is A Acronym What is love? Observing the things that keep them happy or Vote for this up 1 user has voted. With joyful hearts, and giddy juveniles. Welcome the season that's so full of cheer From spinning dreidels, to seeing reindeer. No matter the color, education, or creed. Vote for this up 4 users have voted. Vote for this up 2 users have voted. Vote for this up 3 users have voted.

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• Prison Poems.

In Search Of I. Calling and waiting; waiting to call upon someone That feels the same way as I. Lonely nights leave me contemplating life? Yes — Vote for this up 9 users have voted. Trapped, but not by walls, Fences, cages, cement or signs. Victimized by the tyranny of time. Trapped, but not by walls. Kidnapped with each passing second, Held against my will, Murdered, and time was the Vote for this up 11 users have voted.

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Tell Me What You Think! Tell me if you think You could win a war without a Love can blind you, or it can clarify Your vision. Being still, I learn how to love myself That Day Though time does always race the same for all, Can we expect it to be always fair?

To some, ticks leech away the sweet hours, To some, the hours sweetly tick away, Puppet Raise me up with a tug on my strings You who have taken my life, my dreams March me on through the hell you created Toward everlasting sleep, long awaited Tip your wrist and watch me bow down An empty gesture, but rest, for now…. A three letter The Biscuit Giver I sat on my front porch, The concrete cool beneath me. Isn't it all the same? Well, except for who's to blame? They would never approve.

So, what does this prove? Was I destined to lose? Was this fated from the I've set goals and promised to see them through until the end. I stand for what is positive. Join the fight Though time does always race the same for all, Can we expect it to be always fair? For with uneven hands the clocks display As men are unevenly dealt their affairs.

I am a mass incarceration skeleton of American prisons. Ignited by my burning desire for freedom. I am the presumptuous guilt far from an innocent. Tainted by prejudiced eyes in becoming a victim. I sat on my front porch, The concrete cool beneath me. I curved my shoulders forward And drew my gaze down While holding out the biscuit. Standing this near to you I catch a contact.

Transmitted through the context of a consciousness on high. Looking at this world through a dilated third eye I no longer inner stand, in life, light and love Love is doing all you can for another, even if it means giving the shirt off your back. Love is being there for another, regardless of when, where, or why. Love is making sure another is happy, even if that very happiness causes you pain. Imagine after a long day of work Strong hands massaging your shoulders, Caressing you down. Hot bubble bath waiting for you to dip inside Back rubs, feet massages Slow wet kisses creeping up your spine A man who's willing to listen as you speak Shots fired Another man down, Latino and black on black crimes.

Hearses riding, preachers preaching, mothers crying Father's nowhere to be found- Incarcerated lockdown.

Strapped with pistols Swearing vengeance for every comrade that died. It was those who came before me That paved the way Giving me this opportunity to write poetry today-. From the confines of a cubicle I watch a roach crawling around The peeling paint of a prison wall. It seems I've been here Since the construction of this s model of Criminal Justice.

PRISON POEMS

If I were to discover the burgundy in your eyes, would that be the road to an unconditional influence of possibilities? Should such chemistry ignite a world of wisdom, a life of knowledge or another volume of fire? See, of course Eye am hungry…. In some Gents eyes, love is but a game, Perro not everyone in este vida sees things quite the same.

All Rights Reserved. Must be 18 to view this website and have read our Terms of Service.