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Positive Retaliation
When you’re young and feel unsupported or unloved
you’ve never been taught about the one that’s above
When you bottle up your pain and misery and your emotions
Constantly beat you up mentally
There’s no one you can talk to, nobody to help or even guide you
When you walk down the streets that feel like hell
and all the stereotypes place you dead or in jail
You wonder how should I get back at these people?
Should I lie, cheat, and steal and show the world that you’re evil?
It’s time that I took a different approach
To be able to really brag and boast
To show that stereotypes can be proven wrong
cause I’ve been an object of perception for way too long
A lot of times I’ve been told that I ain’t going to be nothing
But positive retaliation is for me to be something
Lost
Lost in my thoughts, I can’t find the light that can help me.
I once knew the path to come back reality, but now I don’t know how to return to my happiness.
Lost in my deep thoughts, there are two worlds in which there are no worries, it’s just me, I live for my passion,
and with my version of life.
Lost here in the world of dreams where everything is possible, where you can arrive wherever you wish.
I am lost but I want no one to wake me, this is a world I don’t want to escape.
Here I am free as air, free like my thoughts.
Lost is my thoughts, I don’t know how to return
Lost in a world I don’t want to go back to,
Lost in my dreams I don’t want to wake up
Leave me to dream, I don’t want to return, let me enjoy this.
When Pencil Meets Paper
When pencil meets paper
I condemn the facility
Then come back with the remedy
Praying for all enemies
Cuz I’m too profound
Podium speaking I grasp the crowd
Wit compound word and plenty verbs
Gettin’ pension for my proverbs
Cuz when they hit ya it packs a punch like Moss Berg
Flyin’ round the city I’m a lost bird
In a lost world no longer neat
Just pencil paper everything else is obsolete
The pinnacle is here so where should I try and reach
When there’s no ripe fruits for me to reap
I’m beyond money, cars, clothes, and sneaks
So I write and out the pencil the graphite leaks
So peep my pedigree when my heart beats them beats
And after pencil meets paper let my mind bleed on beats
Love Lost
If there’s no love there, how can love be lost?
They say you can’t buy love but you will pay a cost
Maybe long endeavors
Through the slow pain, heartache
And all the stormy weathers
Would you think twice about the love you once thought was right
Which right turns to left
And your highs become lows
Friends become foes
When love becomes bold
Cuz friends start to hate on what you got
Tellin’ you what it is when it’s not
Now you got that flower
She loves me, she loves me not
So you rush back to the agony when the love is off
So if you don’t have love
Its cuz you left it alone
Cuz love is never lost
It’s just waiting for you to come home
Respect
I really want 2 be honest
With the females I choose 4 company
But some use me 4 play 4 just showing sympathy
If I show them a real man
Will they respect and love me with loyalty?
Am I being a fool?
Or am I confused
from being brain washed
by other dudes?
How about you choose
Proposal
You and I are standing in a stony creek,
under the spray of a waterfall.
I reach into the clear water and
pull a ring from the bottom.
The ring is made of the rarest stones
that shine like tiny suns.
I place the ring on your finger and
ask you to be my wife sharing the same life…
Am I Ugly?
Eyes closed deep inside
I’m pretending being a free man
It’s amazing what I see
So beautiful, wonderful wonder land
My mind is independent soaring up in sky like a bird no fear of the world
No matter how hard I try to smell it’s that recycled air that drops me hard back to reality
Like I lost some kind of gravity
I’m still trying not to open my eyes and destroy my hopeful vision
Trying not to believe I’m behind bars like caged animal in prison
I heard dreams come true if you believe and just keep dreaming
Feels like I have been sleeping forever subconsciously
Here I am still dreaming
I guess I do have a dream like Martin but I wonder when it will be startin’
Thousand others’ dreams floatin’ going around in circles
Even hopeless dreams trying to keep up cheer up like it’s some kind of circus
DA’s and Judges abandoned us from the community talking about we are criminals
Animals that belongs in cages die in here as we ages
They treat us like we are uglies like some kind of hideous creature
We are still humans for God’s sake leave the judging to our creator
I was told I was beautiful, smart, intelligent person and still I believe I am
But sometimes I wonder if I was told all lies.
And this question repeats in my head and flies in circles
“Am I Ugly?” but I don’t believe it
Headed Home
I’m headed home
I’m almost there
I’m on my way
Headed up the stairs
To what I like best
A mother a brother a baby mother and my daughter
I am going to spoil her
I’m headed home to live life
Maybe even fly a kite
Or even teach my daughter
How to ride a bike
I’m headed home
My family won’t even pick up the phone
Headed home with no ride
Or cab to drive
But I glad the jail gave me bus tokens
That means nobody’s car had to get stolen
I’m headed home
I’m not cold or alone
I’m just glad that I’m home
Headed Home
Reflections
Living my life for the wrong reason
Tryna get it every season
Doing what it takes to stay eating
But hustling for the wrong reasons
Being ignorant to the fact
You can get it without selling crack
Feeling trapped because I am black
Now I can’t get this time back
It was a hard lesson learned
That money has a million ways to be earned
If you sit and wait your turn
Life lessons will be learned
One Day
One Day…
I will be greeted with smiles
One Day…
Smiles longer than the Nile
One Day…
I feel my steps getting closer, and closer
One Day…
Because trust me, I’m tired of this emotional roller coaster
One Day…
I can taste every second of it
One Day…
Where I can finally be out in the public
One Day…
Flying like the birds, and the bees
One Day…
Floating like the leaves, falling from a tree
One Day…
But I’ma keep running, wiping my sweat along the way
One Day…
Keep pushing never even stopping to take a break
One Day…
I let my rejections, keep me motivated
One Day…
Because without it, nothing will keep me sophisticated
One Day…
And remember, your effects come from your causes
One Day…
So you can decide to be on top, and choose to have no bosses
One Day…
I’m striving to get to that spot, to be whatever I wanna be
One Day…
Just like the Navy, Military and the Army
One Day…
So I let this be a minor set-back, for a major come back
One Day…
So I can shock the world with my massive attack
One Day…
So Imma continue my journey, ending March, April, Maybe May.
But just know that I’ll eventually get there,
One Day.
“I’m referring in this poem getting free one day. And going through what I’ve been through and learning what I’ve learned, to get to where I’m going in life. Being free and successful, by being focused, having a push (motivation), and goals. Doing things the right way.”