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This One’s For You
By DM
Grandma, you nourish and protect me
From day one, I remember people thinking,
I was your child, and not your grandson.
As I got older, you were always the shoulder I needed to lean on.
Grandma, I get so fed up with this life,
And I miss you.
Tears are falling—someone pass me a tissue.
Yes Grandma, I cry because I love you,
And I promise I will not put no one above you.
Grandma, I still have that hole in my heart.
Now that you’re gone, it’s really torn apart.
I remember when you said that my biggest threat is me,
And since you left, I got caught up with some beef,
Looking for that love you gave me in the streets.
Now I know it’s not there,
So where do I get it from?
Now you caught up in the air.
I have to get this off my chest,
Because it has me stress,
Thinking I’m the reason behind your death.
You would probably be here
If I didn’t get caught up with that mess—
You would not have been stressed.
My mom said that I am selfish,
Because I want you here with me.
I agree, but I am empty.
And you make me complete.
Grandma, I know you would be proud,
Because I don’t hang around with the same crowd.
Grandma, in your eyes,
I did no wrong, even when I was wrong.
Grandma, I know you in a heavenly place,
With good health, body in shape—
With that Holy Spirit glow on your face.
Grandma, when I think of you,
It’s all smiles.
I’m not your grandson, but forever your child.
God bless you Grandma, I love you.
Untitled (for Amy Winehouse)
By AC
You are selfish, inconsiderate, reckless.
Who gave you the right?
To darken peoples’ life-lights
And put tears in their eyes.
I guess you never did stop to think
Of the hurt that you caused in a blink.
You didn’t consider the hearts that you broke,
Or contemplate the pain that you brought
To those you said that you loved.
Or maybe that’s just what you thought.
Now there’s nothing you can say.
Literally, nothing.
It is all far too late.
Would it have been the same fate?
If you truly had known what you meant?
If only you knew
Of the smiles you drew
From all the sad faces
Just by you being you.
You should have seen it:
Everyone saw it right where they stood
How people changed from lonely and sad
To being comforted, understood.
It was so very good.
You matter! You are loved!
Don’t do it! Just stop!
Think about what will be lost
Of the people that love and surround you.
You have more blessings than most
And what you’re doing has a great cost
People really want to hear what you say
Please don’t throw it away
But alright,
You say you can’t stay? It’s okay.
Farewell, my dear friend.
I’ll see you some day.
Author’s note: I wrote this with Amy Winehouse in mind. She became famous in the UK from a very early age. She was so talented and very much loved yet she never really saw how well-received she was and people truly wanted to hear what she had to say next. She struggled to the point of being reckless with her very life. She was so reckless in fact that she ended up dying. She reminds me of how reckless I was with my own life. I was very unappreciative and that is something I can see now, as if a veil lifted. But now it’s too late, life as I knew it has completely ended and it will never be the same. After a 15-year sentence, I will be deported to El Salvador. I can literally say that my reckless actions cost me everything. But thankfully, I’m still alive.
Some Day I’m Gonna
By TG
Someday I’m gonna
learn new things.
How to play the piano
and how to sing.
Someday I’m gonna
write a book
or a love song
with a jazzy hook.
Someday I’m gonna
start to work out
watch my weight
and walk about.
Someday I’m gonna
make new friends
contact old ones
tie up loose ends.
Someday I’m gonna
spend more time
with my family
just me and mine.
Someday I’m gonna
stop saying
Someday I’m gonna
and just do it.
Out of Sight, Out of Mind
By RBS
I’m locked in this cell,
I can’t stop pacin’.
A prisoner of my own thoughts,
That’s why my head keeps achin’.
My nerves real bad,
I sit down,
But can’t stop shakin’.
I’m turning bitter and cold,
Trying not to lose my patience.
My heart beats,
but holds no love,
It’s always breakin’.
‘Cause the ones who s’pose to keep it real,
Always wind up fakin’.
I thought I had a good girl,
A dime worth chasin’,
I ain’t heard from her in a while,
Was I blind, mistaken
Look at all the strong people that this times be breakin’.
Are the stiff sentences for the crimes,
Or are these swines just hatin’?
Love ones at a crossroad in their hearts,
Minds contemplatin,
If we’re still that everything they need,
Or can they find replacements,
So many good men forgot about,
Left behind, forsaken
‘Cause their folks’ decision was that more division was the right equation
Now I find myself staring at the fears they all once were faced with,
Prayin’ God please give my folks a sign,
That I’m still worth the wait
How to Bring About Peace in 10 Steps
By AL
After “How to Make a Cardboard Box Disappear in 10 Steps” by Clint Smith
1. Add in 1 lb of Dignity
2. Pour in 2 tbsp of Integrity
3. Simmer over 5 cups of Sympathy
4. Stir in 1 clove of Compassion
5. Next add 1 heaping of Independence
6. Mix 4 ½ cups of fresh Perseverance
7. Chop up 3 bushels of Love
8. With a dash of Imagination
9. Grind 2 tsp of Nobility
10. Sprinkled lightly over 7 lbs of Empathy
Love Is Pain
By AG
They say when you love someone
you don’t treat them bad
and it’s sad because through the mud
her heart, I continuously dragged.
Love sometimes makes me blind
and I totally lose track of time
thinking she’s forever mines.
But I’m not understanding the signs:
the crying, quietness, watching TV,
rolling her eyes. She tired of my lies.
She knows I’m not faithful
She knows I cheat
so I confess my disloyalty ‘cause
accountability is the key.
She’s gone and I can’t sleep.
In all reality, she deserve someone
better than me.
Baby, I know every heart must break,
and every tear must fall
out of every love I ever had
you was the best of them ALL.
P.S. I miss you.
Heather Heyer
By KW
Your mother put it best,
“They tried to kill my child to shut her up. Well, guess what?
You just magnified her”
You can rest assured, Heather, I will never forget you
My expression when speaking of you will always show
How much I respect the stance you took against divisiveness
How you truly are a Hero and Champion of the people,
How you are representing real American Values, Morals, and Creed.
Trust me Big Sis, I’ll keep marching on your behalf.
I’ll keep standing against inequality and injustice.
Using whatever tools I have to ensure champions like you?
Will live on
Thank you for your service, courage, and commitment
At ease, Soldier. At ease.
“She was murdered by the BRUTALITY OF EVERY SHERIFF who practiced LAWLESSNESS in the name of the LAW. She was murdered by the IRRESPONSIBILITY of EVERY politician from Governors on down to who FED his constituents the stale BREAD of HATRED and the SPOILED MEAT OF RACISM. She was murdered by the COWARDICE of EVERY NEGRO who passively accepts the EVILS of segregation, and who STAND on the SIDELINES in the struggle for JUSTICE.”
– Dr. Martin Luther King
(Speech originally given March 3, 1965 at Jimmie Lee Jackson’s funeral service. I replaced the “he” with “she” to fulfill my point)
A Living Death
By TTB
The worst pain I’ve ever felt
was looking at you, reach for me
through a video screen and I couldn’t
touch you; right then, I knew
what it felt like to die, a living
death—
A poem from a father to his youngest son.
Mouth Piece
By JM
Once, I was a man with a mouth piece
Who perceived himself
And who others perceived
As a loser, an outcast, a loner
Who did not fit into the normal world of friends
I have a mouth piece that may make a lot of people mad
Because I choose to use my First Amendment right
Of Freedom of Speech
But I also have a mouth piece
That brings joy and happiness to peoples’ lives
A lot of people love me
Because I have the courage to speak what’s on my mind
Never let anyone hold you back
And never keep stuff bottled in
You should feel free to let it out
Because you never know
If what you are holding in
Can change someone’s life
We’re Dreamers
By LV
They had promised us a better future.
We’re the ones that dream with a better future,
One by one our dreams were being achieved
We’ve built a future, in this country we’ve anchored our lives
At the end of the day, we have been awoken
to face the rawness of reality.
We’ve pursued the American dream,
they have traded our American dream;
Now we’re only dreamers,
that’s the title the government has given us.
A dream that in reality is more like a nightmare,
a nightmare that we’re forced to live day by day.
Dreams are one thing, but the reality is another.
Now we’re dreamers with an uncertain future,
My future seems like the next nightmare
It seems like they want to lock away my dreams
in a cell of an immigration detention center
“It doesn’t cost a thing to dream.”
We’re the dreamers,
The ones that claim justice, because we love this nation
We’re the ones that have overcome many obstacles,
We have reached plenty of achievements.
There’s many that wish to crush down our dreams
Trapped
By AD
Trapped in this cage,
Am I justified to feel rage?
or should I use this experience as fuel to ignite a blaze,
a scorching inferno burning, turning all the hate to ashes,
where justice applies to all, not just those in the lower classes,
But is it really Justice, where the symbol they use is blind?
The endless cycle of poverty,
Consumerism used as a tool to enslave my mind.
Poverty, just like robbery, it should be labeled as a crime.
Resources stripped from our communities, it strengthens yours,
while it weakens mine. Now you wonder why I’m mad.
Violent tendencies to express my anger, those who should protect me.
I run because in them I sense danger.
I’m still trapped in this cage, but no, it’s not of the physical kind.
It’s your multifaceted master plan – tools you use to enslave my mind.