Poetry is an allegory that tells no tales. It has no race or gender, no ego or attitude. Poetry is neither big, tall, short or small. Most of all poetry allows various incarcerated men and women to express their pain, their visions and their remorse with a meek and humble approach. Humans of San Quentin would like to share their poems with our readers. Give us your feedback and please, tell a friend. We hope you allow us to open our hearts and share our poetry with you.

Please enjoy the poems below,
Alex – Poetry Director

“An Angel Weeps” By Arnoldo

“An Angel Weeps” By Arnoldo

A beautiful and lucid angel playing a golden harp  on an obscure night.  Perched on a trunk of a tree eyes gently closed.   Smooth and incandescent fingers she plucks the strings skillfully ...

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“Work Hazard” by Keith

“Work Hazard” by Keith

Work Hazard The occupations you choose to devote your time to. Choosing an occupation is something you have to be mature to do. Life’s time is devoted to you. An occupation worthy of Life’s time,...

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“Up in Flames” by Jamsson

“Up in Flames” by Jamsson

Up in Flames O’ California, My heart goes out to thee. So beautiful and strong Where so many want to live. Now you are being burned by flames that hop and skip. Causing your residents to run,...

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“Details” by Dennis

“Details” by Dennis

Little smiles small kisses tiny feet mini hugs Blessed? Outdrawn by BIG LOVE? Raising impressionables  blank canvases in process.  I couldn't bear witness from my small bleached world  as if...

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“What is love to us all?” by Edwin

“What is love to us all?” by Edwin

To me Love is Ambiguous. Love can be the reason I am living, or at times, why I feel like dying. Love has been the light in the abyss of darkness and confusion. Love is the reason why the world...

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“Tears of an Innocent Man” by Armando

“Tears of an Innocent Man” by Armando

Tears ran down my face knowing I was wrongfully convicted. When will it end? Tears of a man that has lost his mother, Sisters and fiancé to prison years. Tears of a man that lost his sense of love....

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“The Image In The Mirror” by Edwin

“The Image In The Mirror” by Edwin

The Image In The Mirror Looking through the mirror cast by a five-year-old reflection. Hot lead is raining from every rooftop, the peaceful avenue cracks, violently slicing that air between my five...

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Touched By An Angel… by Antwann

Touched By An Angel… by Antwann

Touched By An Angel...  I have a sense of gratitude to God for blessing me with the ability to share precious moments with a woman who meant the world to me. Just the thought of her stirs up...

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