"detentions" poems
Crushed Crayons
Strewn pastel shades
Origami boats
Report Cards
Algebra
Geometry
Detentions
D+
D+
Hoots
Shrieking
Mocking
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MAMA – YOU CRYING ?
No-just a little chalk dust…
MAMA – WHERE IS DADDY ?
Close your eyes
Place your hand
On your heart
There’s Daddy …
MAMA – YOU CRYING ?
No- just a little star dust …
MAMA – WHATS THAT ….?
Twinkle..
Twinkle…
Jan 13, 2011
Jan 13, 2011 at 1:01 AM UTC
Sitting in a classroom with nothing to do
What am I doing? Haven’t got a clue
All work and no play, where’s the fun in that
I think I’d rather be hit with a baseball bat
Stuck in a class discussion with nothing to say
I need something to write to keep the boredom at bay
Feeble words fly in one ear and out the other
Whilst useless tasks try desperately to smother
Children sit wailing petty insults
On what planet is this going to get results?
Teacher is threatening students with detentions
And I sit, slipping into a new dimension
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 2:30 PM UTC
Foster, what family? Lower class, dream of vacation
******** what trickles down, affecting a life situation
White to Blue Collar; a rebuild or invasion?
Millions inside the boxes of convention
Justified superficial, backhanded salutations
Refute Love, proposed as mankind’s invention
Pulled by a string of instant gratification
Finding freedom’s temporary
If ever, long term locations
Constricted, system of classifications
The socially admissible connections,
Not to mention gangs of corrections
Flowing through the previous, my own generation
For the infinite hours
One after the other
Trade integrity for the illusion of power
Not all those with a gun should be considered a coward
Face the souls sold on Wall Street,
Remember those from Twin Towers
Ground zero, abandoned. Now bare, desolate
The idea of terrorism denied, while some wrestle it
Rationales dislocate, post hairline fracture
Frontal lobe imposter, posing in rapture
As if talent, love, or hate could ever be captured
Held at gun point, then forgotten years after
My children will one day look to me for the answer
What’s society, this twisted maze we live in?
I will gaze in their eyes with the same exact question
And don’t ever allow me again not to mention
Real criminals can’t learn from minute or life-long detentions
Some incapable of that level of retention
As our battered soldiers forever sleep at attention
Politically correct, tongues in consistent hesitation
Kiss police *** only to go to the station
Before the thought of who signed the citation
Treated as if it were a felony violation
Our basic rights according to our nation
Arizona & Co for minority elimination
Die fighting the statute of poverty’s limitations
vi.i.xi
Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 6:22 AM UTC
this verbal wishing well, appreciated,
a nut of good intentions but drives me
deeper into de-spare-ing downing detentions,
for it is only the article's genuine genius,
that elevates the human spiritus, to godlike status
no ditty this, but a wail, shriek, for
human touch is gift so greatest,
that any day passing without
either, neither but both, 'tis one
truly wasted,
a deduction on our
calculus of inited^ human intuitions,
a failure of our greatest inventions
a subtraction of our
gainful living, a purposed ecstasy
our one and only inexact
measure of measurement
that defies pedantic notions of
things of weight or volume,
but extends our own existence
sans
the armies of embrace,
the electric elected syncing,
of the shocking sharing of
closing the borders of divided spaces,
a soft contusion, a realized illusion
a de minimus of our days,
a lessening of our lessons,
a loss of earning livingness,
a nail in our coffined basket,
and here to cease without surcease,
the elemental incalculable numbered
members of our total human races,
that so tragic in a twenty four expiry,
that the bonding of affection goes
unexpressed...
offer you my armory of arms,
cleanse us both with showered kisses,
inform you thus of our emboldened connection,
voiding these lowlife separators of lineage divisors,
what matter color, gender, chosen god nomenclature,
any of this nonsensical human inventions for distancing
divested human beings from each other
tho eyes closed, and all our senses flaring,
when we confirm what we were born knowing,
there is nothing greater than the human touch
PostScript
my first and best poem of the day,
how it came to me goes unbeknownst,
but will practice what is preached
with any and all willing encountered souls,
and perhaps, come-end of day, will write,
once more, one more, re heaven on earth
7:02am
Tue Sep Thirty
Two Thousand and Twenty Five. nml
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 7:13 AM UTC
I want to write you a poem
but maybe it wouldn't be good enough
I would write a song, but it'd come out wrong
and that *****
I wasn't sad, I was happy you gave me a chance. I wasn't upset because you just gave me my favorite dance.
I'd like to write your favorite poem. The one you read every night that helps keep from feeling broken. I want to be your favorite thief, that was amazing at steeling your eyes and attention. Because as I sit alone in my detentions all I can think about is a kiss on the cheek and how innocent are my intentions. Sorry, there I go, I was writing this and got the stutter. I guess even pretending gives me the shudders. It's so embarrassing the way I mutter under my breath that I'd love to be your favorite color. I'll be the red in the roses you love and you'll choose bright baby blue, but that's okay because we both knew I never had a chance with a beautiful girl like you. It was like jumping and expecting to never hit ground, and while it lasted you were so nice to be around. I just wanted to hug you and love you and bow down as I handed a beauty queen her rightful crown. Now, notice I said "love you", but I don't mean as a love her. Because I'm not in love, I don't know what love is. And you won't let me in enough for me to be a lover, but if you give me a pen and paper I'll give you one last favor. A kiss to your lips, because I'd **** to be your favorite flavor.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC
Dear Brother,
I was struggling.
Anxiety attacks and utter insecurity,
The pit in my stomach was a permanent crater
But I saw you
At recess, standing on the blacktop alone
And I forgot about myself
They told you you couldn’t play football with them.
Your limp was horrible, you didn’t understand the rules exactly
Boys running up to tap me on the arm
Yelling “Get him away from me”
“Tell him to leave me alone”
How am I supposed to tell my brother no one wants to be his friend
No one wants to talk to you Ryan because they can’t understand what you’re saying
They don’t even want to try.
Everyday the school called home, he’s hopeless
Detentions for yelling at the teacher,
The one who didn’t bother to notice he was trying
And he did try too, so hard
So hard he came home calling himself stupid
Because that is all he summed up to at the glories of public highschool
Mom cried, and Dad tried to give her hope
That someday people would treat you right
And I prayed that I wouldn’t keep hearing kids mutter your name in the hallways
Completely unknowing that you were my brother
And all the times your frustration built,
Holes in the wall and broken door frames
I never ever blamed you.
Now we stand side by side at graduation
And I want you to know,
I couldn’t be more proud of us.
Dear brother,
You will always be one of the best things that ever happened to me
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 11:28 AM UTC
Would you think less of me if I told you how much I want to kiss your thighs?
And your hip bones
And that v of skin
Feel the heat of your body that I can’t turn off
Even in the depths of winter,
Your warmth is in every cheek to cheek hug
Every brush of your hand over mine
We could be in the icy temperatures of the north pole and I would still feel a hotness in your fingertips when you pass me another layer
I’m a good girl
But looking at you makes me feel like I deserve a thousand detentions
I hope you know I love you when I think about your skin tight against mine
Your mouth hot on mine
My hands untucking your checked shirt
I refuse to call these thoughts *****
Because your body is so **** beautiful
The muddy soil around a bright flower doesn’t devalue its worth, does it?
I hope you know I think your heart is as powerful as the sun
You’re what burns every piece of wooden structure that holds my body stable
Human jenga
And even though you have no game plan,
You always win.
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 5:23 PM UTC
Intentions of detentions have prevention inventions. Attention I mention, fiction when you listen to the correction of life's mission.
Come get some if you miss them. Then kiss them, with glum chums for the slums. That's not dumb lets have *** just for fun, i just won as you lose em.
You must train, this insane living in my brain. There's no shame, just a blame to a name, our lame gain for rain so drain this fame from your life which is the Game.
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 6:31 PM UTC
My Life
The pauses are the thoughts I don’t dare say
Wrinkled clothes tell you it was a long night
Fake Smiles show I’m trying to be strong
Tears are signs that I’m getting closer to rock bottom
Failing grades reveal that I’ve stopped trying
My attitude screams that I’ve had enough
Blank looks tell you just how much I don’t care
Shattered glass resembles my broken promises
Loud music is just one of my ways to escape
My pathetic lies push everyone away
Pity always brings them back
Detentions give me an excuse to not go home
My constant chatter keeps me from thinking
Torn pictures are from angry fights
Shredded letters filled with my dark thoughts.
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 9:34 PM UTC
(Rap, not poem. sorry I cheat)
I can’t, I wont, let anyone get used to me,
I’m just the empty shell of the person that I used to be,
I say I’d never change for one girl,
But I’d change for anyone who claims to be my world,
Because I’ll do whatever it takes for some attention,
Be it getting demerits, detentions or suspensions,
I’m sick of this, everyday same old boring ****
I’ll ***** my lyrical ability to anyone who’ll pay for it,
To anyone who’ll stay for it, even half the duration,
No one really likes it, yet still i’m patiently waiting,
It’s to the point where I might say, hope is getting useless,
No record label, no future,
So stupid is the kid who thinks he’s got a chance,
To DJ anything bigger than a Junior High Dance,
(Chorus, spoken fast, x4)
I’m told to be appreciating
What I have, what I’m not
Instead of wanting, wasting time
On what I haven't got,
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 9:04 PM UTC
He’s saying,
As long as you stay, you can leave as you please
He’s saying,
As long as you return to me by sunrise, you can run free at midnight
Saying nothing When I come home by daylight, just as long as it seems we are together in public eyes.
Games we play are pure Deceptions.
I’m in home sweet prison, we are papered bind, chained by delusions and lies. Our love is like doing time and even though he senses the unhappiness on my mind, he says to me all the time “you will be alright”
"I do" was my crime. Our child is the paying fine. So I’m Akon "Locked up" until He closes his eyes. He hears when I sneak out, so even he sleeps with one eye open, towards my unfaithful behavior. He Pretends to be blind.
Im Trained to be home momentarily. Agreeing to be in his detentions temporarily.
For when he met me my love was untameable widly desired to be spirited and free
But he refuses my request to be free. He holds on tight and that’s even if it’s killing me.
So when he senses my surpressive screams to finally leave. He will rush to leave out the set of keys. Within my arms reach. by my bar side intentionally. because he knows my desire to run yet in need of a safe home. he holds the keys. Giving me a copy version to be free.
And If I don't return like we lawfully agreed, The punishment of manipulation will be black hole deep. He will catch me and emotionally blackmail me. Verbally put on the handcuffs, steal away my keys.
appoint me to the critical judge, reminding me he’s the man who holds my Keys to leave.
Presenting my past and mistakes to the courthouse packed with tyrants, which will be past me's. Deferment my character, rule me as guilty. Killing my spirit by Belittling my dreams. Crying that I attempted ****** attempting to **** him. for attempting to steal me.
He won. Victimized and trapped I return to my cell.
After verabally placing on the black and white strips and putting me through hell.
handcuffs on tight, game face on right,
He taunts me with tactics all day and night......
30 days of his controll, guilt trip complete.
He surprises me with kind gesture and ask how bad do you want to be free?
He plays with sound of jingling keys, a melody that sounds good to me
Next to my Bar side, He finally placed down my set of keys
And reminds me,
That as long as you return here by sunrise, you are free to leave
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 11:07 AM UTC
I remember when I was a teenager ya know playing sport eating junk food oh yeah
Yes it was fun being a teenager
Being as cool as they come
You see I was a very good worker and I was as fit as well
You see I was a cool teenager
Yes that sounds real cool
We went to see the raiders from Canberra oh yeah
And we waved our flags and yelled out to make sure everyone hears
We celebrated new year at the with some sugar or alcohol
Yes it was fun being a teenager
Yes I was so cool
You see I was in the basketball team and I was very fit
And I was with the bowling team
And at that stage I wasn’t very good but when I got back into it as an adult I became the best I can be
You see it was fun being a teenager you see I was wiling to learn
You see I did bushwalking and I mucked around in school
Getting detentions and ****
I squabbled with another bloke who wanted to show how cool he is but me, being a teenager
I showed him I can be cool too
Yes it was fun being a teenage boy and I had a lot of fun
I had sleepovers with my mates and boy I had a great time
We watched movies ate pizza
Without worrying about our weight and our birthdays we had parties enjoying it yeseree
But it was it was it was fun being a teenager still having fun
Loving life, yeah mate it was fun
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 1:50 AM UTC
How can I make these whites as uncomfortable as they make me?
Comparing skintones during the summer like there's anything to compare to, y'all just wanna brag about how brown y'all like to get without having to live like a *****
Some masturbatory self **** too pretentious to go to a tanning booth, but too cheap to treat ya skin right,
Y'all know that sunscreen is a must, but all I can think about when I go to the beach is tomato soup.
Y'all are the real red skins, but still dare to call yourself dark when y'all don't know what shade is. I can sit under an umbrella with long sleeves all day and still be brown by the time Autumn dries out the Summer leaves, I know y'all can't say the same.
Does it make you uncomfortable that I can other y'all?
White folk. Cracka. ***** Yall think that those are slurs? Where's the censor on TV then? Where's the national outrage? There isn't! But then when it comes to ***** oh then that's everybody's word. Like how ****** used to be everybody's word. Like how between ya ma-n-pops, they talk about how violent we ******* is... And y'all just listen... Complacent or uncaring, but still daring to say you're different.
Cut from a different cloth, you people got some nerve. And yes, you people, as in you white folk. Y'all better collect y'all's trash, like how incarcerated ****** collect it off the side of busy roads for free cos slavery never ended as neatly as y'all think it did.
Will y'all ever be uncomfortable over the right things?
Over black children being set up to go to prison from the moment they enter school because teachers give them more suspensions and detentions than anyone else?
That the FBI was found guilty of murdering Martin Luther King and has harassed him til he was shot?
That Lincoln never really cared about us ******* just wanted to win the war and ******* the south, no matter who suffered the most?
My fellow Americans, white that is, because in the census you're accepted as an American without question,
Y'all don't know the meaning of discomfort.
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 12:34 AM UTC
Felons.
In-sane asylum
In-mates they
Cry-numb,
Locked up & chained down
Boxed in & caged out,
Clipped wings no escape route,
My birds all bagged up.
Cold cells
Colder souls,
Infinite in numbers
Stacked up like vegetables
Squashed up cucumbers....
9 inch 11 shanks
Leaving
Fatal infections,
Indefinite detentions
& Lethal injections
Can't breathe
There is no air
Nowhere to sit
Except the electric chair
Can't see the sky either
Yet I feel the
Thunder!
Death penalty
A mere formailty
To go Beyond the stars
With my brothers in arms,
To Join them in that
Deep-deep slumber.
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 9:06 AM UTC
Pale daughters
don't follow their father's orders
or wash behind their ears
laved in white light
they sport a smile when necessary
compelled by an accidental mischief
detentions of exclusion
rendered in the shade
They wouldn't go dancing on the almost air
Feb 21, 2022
Feb 21, 2022 at 2:36 PM UTC
this life isn't for pretending,
we open our book, just to wait for the ending
and how it's gonna turn out, but all that's depending
on how we act, who we are, but are we really going far
judging kids on who they are by the model of their car
and it's sad when kids are dying, because one wants attention
but we're not going to cure bad by handing out detentions
where do we cross the line, it's the bad that's being mentioned
they expect us to better ourselves, just by reprimanding
we need help, but it's just hate that we're sending
so it's a game of survival, they just left us fending
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 6:08 PM UTC