"Prison Poems"

A collection of poetry written in prison during a term of incarceration. For those experiencing despair and discouragement.

 

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Andrew Hedrick W2238 Liberty St. #206 Poy Sippi, WI  54967 Ph. 920-987-5417 [Type the fax number] [Pick the date]

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POEMS OF PRISON

A collection of Faith-based Poetry

 

                        Love’s Tango

In an anthill in a tree,

            In a crowd of 63

            I feel lost and then confused,

But smile at you,

                        Bemused.

You squeeze my hand

            We swim for land.

You hold my arm and render,

            Harm a useless thing,

A broken spear.

With you my love

            I know no fear

Only warmth and sunny skies

That dance love’s tango

            In your eyes.

 

 

Written by

Andy Hedrick

DOC# 535288

 

Last Poem

I have so fiercely dreamed of you,

And walked so far and spoken of you so,

Loved a shad of you so hard

That now I’ve no more left of you.

I’m left to be a shade among the shades,

A Hundred times more shade than shade

To be shade cast time and time again into your sun transfigured

           Life.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Do you Know?

Do you know how much I love you

Baby I think you do,

Every night I go to sleep,

I always dream of you,

Do you know how much I miss you?

Do you really know how much,

I look at your picture and think of you,

My body longing for your touch,

Do you know how much I need you,

 Just like a flower needs rain to grow

Baby I just had to ask you that question

Because I just wanted you to know…Do you Know?

 

Do you hear my heart crying?

It’s calling out your name

My body craves to be beside you

I feel like I’m going insane

Baby I desire you

From every part of my soul

Stay with me forever

Let love never grow stale or old

And if you were to leave me

I’d never be willingly to let you go

I love you with every beat of my heart

I just wanted you to know…

Do you Know??

Written by

Andrew Hedrick

 

 

Symptoms of Love

Love is a universal Migraine,

A bright stain on the vision

Blotting out reason

 

Symptoms of true love

Are leanness, jealousy,

Laggard dawns.

 

Are omens and night mares-

Listening for a knock,

Waiting for a sign!

 

For a touch of her fingers

In a darkened room,

For a searching look.

 

Take courage lover!

Can you endure such grief

At any hand but hers?

Andrew Hedrick

DOC#535288

04-08-13

The Strength of a Man

Sometimes,

I get tired

Of having to be a man and be strong.

 

Sometimes,

I just want to go

Somewhere and breakdown.

 

For,

How can I as a man,

Always be strong?

 

Even when I feel as if

I have the weight of the world

On my shoulders?

 

Or at least my world.

 

As a man,

Sometimes,

I do feel weak.

 

Is it possible for me to be both weak and strong?

Doesn’t being weak at one point

Make me strong at another?

I believe strength comes from within.

Sometimes,

Being weak

Doesn’t make me any less strong.

 

O any less of a man.

 

Being myself,

Whether weak or strong,

That is

The true strength of a man.

Written by

Andrew Hedrick

DOC# 535288

04-08-2013

 

A Missing Heart

My lady love lives far away,

And oh my heart is sad by day,

And ah my tears fall fast by night.

What may I do in such a plight.

 

Why, miles grow few when love is,

Fleet,

Break off thy sighs and witness

This.

How poor a thing mere distance is.

 

My love knows not I love her so,

And would scorn me, did she

Know?

How may the tale I would impart

Attract her ear and storm her

Heart?

Calm thou the tempest in my breast,

Who loves in silence loves the best,

But bide thy time, she will awake,

No night so dark

Morn will break.

 

But though my heart so strongly

Yearn,

My lady loves me not in turn,

How may I win the blest reply

That my void heart shall satisfy.

 

Love breedeth love, be thou but

True,

And soon thy love shall love thee,

Too,

If fate hath meant your heart for

Heart,

There’s naught may keep you

Twain apart.

Written by

Andrew Hedrick

4-9-13

 

Yesterday and Tomorrow

Yesterday I held your hand,

Reverently I pressed it,

And it’s gentle yieldingness

From my soul I bessed it.

 

But today I sit alone,

Sad and sore repining,

Must our gold forever know

Flames for the refining?

 

Yesterday I walked with you,

Could a day be sweeter?

Life was alla lyric song

Set tricksy meter.

 

Ah to-day is like a dirge-

Place my arms around you,

Let me feel the same dear joy

As when I first found you.

 

Let me once retrace my steps,

From these roads unpleasant,

Let my heart and mind and soul

All ignore the present.

Yesterday the iron seared

And today means sorrow

Pause, my soul, arise, arise,

Look where gleams the morrow.

Written by

Andrew Hedrick

4-9-13

 

Loves Pictures

Like the blush upon the rose

When the wooing southwind speaks,

Kissing soft its petals,

Are thy cheeks.

Tender, soft, beseeching, true,

Like the stars that deck the skies

Through the ether sparkling,

Are thine eyes.

Like the song of happy birds,

when the woods with spring rejoice,

In their blithe awakening,

Is thy voice,

Like soft threads of cluster silk

O’er thy face so pure and fair,

Sweet in its profusion,

Is thy hair.

Lilke a fair but fragile vase,

Triumph of the carver’s art,

Graceful formed and slender,

Thus thou art.

Ah thy cheek, thine, eyes, thy voice,

And thy hair’s delightful wave

Make me, I’ll confess it,

Thy poor slave.

Written by

Andrew Hedrick, 4-8-13

Oh What Glory

There are songs we sing of Heaven

While we journey here below,

And they tell of joys eternal

God will there on us bestow,

But one song we’ll sing up yonder,

When we reach that heavenly place,

Is the song we’ll sing forever,

Dear old song, “Amazing Grace”!

When someday, our journey ended,

And we leave for Heaven and Home,

There’ll be joys surpassing all things

We on earth have ever known.

When we meet our blessed Savior,

Look up His lovely face

We’ll rejoice with him forever

While we sing “Amazing Grace”!

Oh, what Glory

When we see His lovely face!

Oh, what Glory

When we sing “Amazing Grace” in                  written by   

The Homeland of the soul.                                 Andrew Hedrick, 4-11-13

 

The Pain of Consequences

I cry because I hate myself

I hate myself for coming here

I come her trying to find myself

And all I find is pain and heartbreak and fear

 

I miss because I’m gone

I’m gone because I miss

What happened to the positive feelings

Like happiness and bliss

 

I feel I’ve lost all joy now

And all I’m feeling is the  grief

No one will listen to me cause

            I never speak

 

I long for freedom

Freedom to go Home

I want my friends and family

So my mind will leave me alone

I wish I never tried to find myself

So then I wouldn’t have to pay

The pain of the consequence

And that’s why I’m here today.

Written by

Andy Hedrick

4-10-13

 

The rose explains it all

I lie and watch the petals fall,

From the rose that explains it all.

Petal by petal, piece by piece,

Each a different paid released.

It loses color and its grace while it dies,

As do I, when I cry inside.

The rose and I are all the same,

Torn apart with a lot of shame.

The pain I feel is like the Petals that fall,

From the rose that explains it all.

Written by

Andy Hedrick

4-11-13

 

The Quilting

Dolly sits a-quilting by her

Mother stitich by stitch,

Gracious, how my pulses throb,

Fow my fingers itch,

While I note her dainty waist and

Her slender hand,

As she matches this and that, she

Stitches strand by strand.

And I long to tell her Life’s a

Quilt and I’m a patch,

Love will do the stitching if she’ll

Only be my match.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Short Biography

 

Andrew (Andy) Hedrick

Born January 7, 1989

 

Abused as a child and beaten on a daily basis, I longed for closure of that chapter.  My mother divorced an abusive mate and married another---only this time with a much more normal lifestyle.  I have 2 sisters Jennifer and Jessica; whom I have much love and concern for.

 

Sometime later, in my late teens, I engaged in activities with the wrong crowd; drug users, alcoholics and the like.  A burglary charge ensued and I was incarcerated for a time.  Much poetry was written at this time in my life; watching an ever evolving turning point in myself.  Reflective poetry is my specialty along with a love of God and Jesus Christ.  Religious poetry is a first-love…many times my only hope and strengthener. 

 

At present I am living in Poy Sippi, Wisconsin with a wonderful woman of my dreams. 

 

Blessed peace and safety! Glory to the Lord, Jesus Christ who makes all things possible.

 

(As of April 25, 2013)

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Rough draft sent to publisher...first attempt at professional writing.