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
We’re all just waiting, some with little or less time Everyone is a passenger on this ferry, Reluctant some are, as if leaving a crime Eyes watchful of those, more prone and fit to tarry, Arms wave...
“Tread lightly, for the streets are cobbled by the bones of the fools before you, the street names written in their blood.”
Many dreams I wasted away All my problems in life could’ve walked away Crimes are so easy to commit Why was I so foolish to submit I give my life one true I admit To want forgiveness I will never...