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My Heavenly Friend

By AR

If you leave where will I be

If you weren’t here what would I see

When I look at you

I see a person of all one could be

And when I’m your presence

I feel that paradise is upon me

When I need you you’re always here

I can’t find the words because none can compare

But for a friend in me I hold you dear

Because you’re an individual

Of much love, wisdom, and patience to share

A good friend is hard to find

But God bless me with one that defends

And for that blessing alone
It’s time I start giving mine

And show a light of my own that shines

Thank you my heavenly Friend

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Color Blind

By DA

Not holding a grudge because of your ancestry

No mad because I may have to work extra hard to not get a felony.

Don’t allow the derogatory words to have an impact on my view,

the way I see things and the functions I get into.

I greet you in peace,

Even if you dislike me.

That’s strength in its own

Also my reality

that’s painted in the poem!

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I Was Once Considered A Number…

By GD

I was once considered a number

Locked away deprived of my shine.

Late night story telling through the bars to a friend,

Headline reading, from much stress and worries,

Newspaper headline and Fox 5 press stories,

Made me out to be an animal something unreal,

Like I had no heart or emotions to feel.

Free-minds changed everything with a speech I could feel

Taught me how to put my words on paper so the whole world could feel

I told me to keep my head up high and my feet down low

Promised to help me on this long road I had to go,

They have kept this promise on this road so far

Sending warm greetings and smiles from a place so far.

Now I feel in debt not just to myself but them

To prove the world wrong that I didn’t lose

But I promise to win…

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I

By RD

“I”, I say “I” because even around people in this place I am alone.

Supporters on the outside but inside I am on my own.

Waiting, sitting, waiting, sitting, time going by, when am I going home!

Frustrated with the situation but calm I must appear.

Because in the jungle I reside in,

people feed off your weakness.  I refused to be the pray in here!

I walk around with my head up my chest out…appearance without fear.

If caught slipping it will be as a strong hunter and a weak deer.

But I have a feeling soon the path will be clear.

Clear enough to get on with my life not as a weak deer!

I, I am alone, but strong keeping my head up and my chest out and my mind clear.

In my direction you see nor sense weakness,

 so to figure me out hard you stare.

In my direction all you can say is you see a man without fear!

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Teach Me

By MD

Teach me and I will learn

Instead of pushin’ me away

Show me a way

Instead of calling me dumb

Make me smart

My hand is out

I’m willing to learn

Teach me and I will learn

When will it be my turn?

Like Dr. King, I have a dream

Stop the pain, it burns

Don’t smoke your mind away

It’s there for a reason

Teach me and I will learn

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Immured *

By MS

Isolated behind the walls of a unorthodox jungle

Living with a vengeance because so many people turn their back on you

Never giving up because that’s what it’s designed to make you do

A convict’s mentality is the only way to make it through

Tryna stay peaceful, but these suckaz make that

hard to do

So, I just keep a Free Mind because that’s what Tara and Kelli motivate me to do

*Immured: (verb) to enclose within walls; confine.

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Ain’t No Sunshine in the Ghetto

By DE

Ain’t no sunshine in da ghetto,

but to da government none of this matter though,

In da winter I wore too small boots, mix match socks, riped jeans and an urban sweater

But to da government none of this matter though,

I ain’t never been fed with a silver spoon

so I hooked up with my man and started pumpin’ weed and coke through birthday balloons

hopin’ things would get better soon,

I take you to Apt # D-11 Mice and Roach infested place,

A lazy slum lord was da case,

you only seen him and he only seen you when rent was due.

Ain’t no sunshine in the Ghetto

Remember when moms used to cry until she turn blue and her eyes blood shot red,

Holdin’ her hand on her head,

livin’ from month to month checks and being in a rundown complex,

I could see her stress building trynna’ figure out what next,

 Momma stressed ova’ payin’ bills, puttin’ food on da table and keepin’ da tv hooked up with cable.

 It was da middle of da month, so there was only one option, so she took off her jewelry and to da pawn shop,

Momma I want you to know I recognize you as a mother of all time high,

You gave it your best, even through stress,

Even though you hated being broke and no jewelry around your neck or wrist,

you just could see your kids live like this.

I could tell when da struggle didn’t stop it only doubled,

feelin’ it in my heart as da shit start to bubble,

makin me mad thinkin’ bout da shit I never had

Aint no sunshine in da ghetto

Listenin’ as shit in da wall start to crack just before a pipe bust and da water start to poor,

we start rushin’ knockin door to door before da water sharted leakin’ through the floor,

but dat ain’t all as shit start to fall apart from da sink, to da floor, to da cabinet,

until da gas line popped, my little brother started buckin’,

 And on top of that we couldn’t even get da slum lord to put hinges on da doors,

so when da doors got to fallin’ everybody got to duckin’.

We survived da stormiest weather,

 but like I said to da government this don’t matter though,

Ain’t no sunshine in da Ghetto.

Dedicated to da Struggle

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My Nine Months is Up

By NH

I have waited which has seem to

be forever for the day that I must be born which is

today, this small body of mine seems not to be wanting to leave

this isolated womb but my mind is telling me that there is a different

and better world outside of this womb of a mother whom I haven’t yet

met.

I bet she is going to be the best mother of all because it is her who

has been feeding me whatever I desire for these past 9 months,

I can’t wait to be taught everything that she knows, I wanna

know about the earth, mother nature, my nationality &

those who have sacrificed their life just so

that the next generation like myself can have freedom and when I’m

born I do wish to see the open arms of my father whose duty is to

spend as much time with me as possible instead of spending

it on something that isn’t gonna benefit me to become-

a real man, I wish that he teaches

me to overcome myself because it will kill me if I become a statistic,

I don’t wanna end up selling drugs just because I wasn’t

taught any other way to be independent, I don’t wanna gang

bang- against my own culture just because I was

taught that was the only way to solve a

problem,

I don’t wanna end up being some

Body- with a thousand excuses of why I

haven’t got an education and a job and I would hate the most

to end up like someone who is too indolent to think for himself and

expect for things to get done by wishes and

hope.

I want to be strong not just physically but also mentally and spiritually-

I want to be a leader and not a follower, I want to have

a patterning in my life instead of just waking up

in the morning and not knowing what to do

with myself,

I want to be a man who fights

for what he believes in, A man who knows his creator (God)

and last of all I want to be a father and a husband who knows how to

cherish his children and wife because a man with many children and a

good wife is a man with many blessings

and

a good life.

 

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Mi Vida Loca

By CR 

I remember me saying:

Vivo una vida loca (living a crazy life)

I also remember saying:

Por mi madre vivo, por mi barrio muero (live for my mother, die for my hood)

But guess what now?

I’m tired of living that life style

Since I was 12

Now that I’m close to turning 17

While I’m locked up

Made me realize that I didn’t have a childhood

All I had was money, females, drugs

And witnessing wild things happen around my way

People say and still do say to this moment

When I come home: “I’m Dead”

But I fear no man

But the person who can judge me after I die

So like what my associates told me:

“You’re honorably discharged from your duties”

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Haters

By AP 

Haters say I’m not goin make it

But I say stop hatin’

They don’t believe

But I believe I would achieve

To get what I need

They think I will die

But I will live and succeed

And hold my pride

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Achievement

By CR

People think that accomplishing something

Is nothing to them

But to me

Accomplishing or achieving something

Means a lot to me

Cuz I was the dumb one

Of all the kids my mom had

But when I accomplish something

I feel proud

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Don’t Come Around Here

By Dh

Don’t come around here

Tryin act like you big dog

Put your hands on me

You get with a hot ball

You left me running around backwards

Finding out the hard way

Learning from my peoples

& My men from the Toga

Taught myself to get money

& How to honor the code

So what I’m in jail

This the life that I chose

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