Home » Poems » Best » Nick Alexander » Best Nick Alexander Poems

Best Poems Written by Nick Alexander

Below are the all-time best Nick Alexander poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

Details | Nick Alexander Poem

Homemade dungeons spirit up through governmental finance. An alone home to the flight risk, trial sick, authoritative kind. So much time now spent hitting the rewind to come upon the never wanted find inside the attested mind. A proven confinement to so many of 21st century are designed to be low level offended and less related to all of mankind. Circumstantial evidence is assigned to take down this kind.
Rights never amended, as the felonious records are drug offended. Inside the gang life is blended. Friendships are far from being mended. Instead many lives are ended. A never before scene of the wrongfully accused and had been at the criminology since the age of thirteen. There is no remedy for this no vaccine. Most are pumped up and made into a machine who love the daily clink routine.
Orange jumpsuits scatter the yard. Once a slip arrives they’ll pull your card. Heated from the mentality built throughout the year. Constantly lying awake at night not knowing what to fear. Is death near? Corrupt guards take aim with fear in the name but then the high paid lawyer shifts it to a high octane gear. This will definitely give the prosecutor something to fear. The facts are straightened now it’s time to finally steer.
The man in the mirror once publicly crucified humiliated inside, and tried never dabbled in that attack. Yet he still caught all of the flack. Hundreds of nights spent on the uncomfortable nightmarish rack. But here then comes the judge as the least fortunate try to resolve with the new found fact. Leaving here is all he wanted with his freedom and dignity intact. The stands were pact, the jury deliberates, not guilty, evidence not filthy, the gavel tolls, can this be all so real? This is the sound of the governmental deal trying to lay hate to determine one’s fate then to be sealed.

Details | Nick Alexander Poem

The Realm of the Unknown

An artificial intelligence dominates the nasty minds of the inferior. Brought in by the more nightmarish superior. This is the new age of a mindful dilute. An entitled hype has come true for those who always sought after speculation of the truth. A drastic measure to live in a world of power and retaliation. Reproductions run true as the highly intelligent make sheer frustration. 
 It is no faze but a matter for the new to disengage. From the tattered boon docks a once honored corneal takes aim to rage. Phased out then in this is a true life fought with sin. Ill repute is seen in many as the heartbreak is ready to begin. A disregard for a once highly religious state brought forth so much hate. 
 There used to be love for things that create but now it relies on fate. This is the date of destruction so many have read. An apocalyptic end will start to descend. All of this for an alien nation like trend. This is no message to send. A battle with the rogue creatures is near the true end. A religious outcry will once again defend. 
  The atmosphere is not lost but transcended. The heavens above have righteously apprehended. No longer is there a nation terrorized by the divided uptrend. The cornealistck approach brought tears to a hero stricken field of lost dreams and many will now seek to amend. You can never offend a man of his nature due to the fact he is sent with a God send.

Details | Nick Alexander Poem

Fighting the Tormented Illness

Her stillness adapts to the realness. 
Humble on top of greatness
Struck by an obsessed illness
Caught in a pain, rendered by weakness
Pleading for forgiveness

Reality was never bought, yet always taking
She had remembered her forsaking
Sick and now steady shaking
The ill-gotten syndrome is now awaking
This was an authentic chiller in the making

Brought down by so much fright
Reckoning exists in this fight
The aliment discontinued overnight
The hero bones have made it alright
A once dwindled destination is now bright

Details | Nick Alexander Poem

Delivered From Evil

Deliver me from evil, for the unknown shadows in my presence. A deep, intense burning inside commences. Fueled by hatred and carrying around a burden, my intentions turn to such a self-loathing deep within. Becoming paranoid, my own worst enemy has come alive. Like a 747 jet, all I knew was getting higher and higher. Arrested, yet the test just began. A venomous temptation seems to be hiding around each corner. You can try and hide all you want, but the death cards start rolling once the dead presidents fan out from your hand. Your body starts to become numb, and the brain is full of smoke. It is a part of the addiction, like greed is to Nixon. You wonder why just say no seems like fiction. A thought pops in, and you wonder if taking all of this cruelty in will eventually turn against your soul. 
  Maybe it is time to give up, and throw up the white banner. Apologies are no longer accepted in the home grown treachery that started. Does anyone care? This runs through the mind day and night. As the fight continues, survival and health become the real issues. Bought, sold, lost, and thrown away. My religion also was lost in such a malicious manner. The fork in the road appears, and back comes all my worst fears. My hopes and dreams started to come back. I let people in, and started to believe that fate would stand in the way of going back to a drug filled day.

Details | Nick Alexander Poem

Welcome To a New Age Mind

A sphere full of great celebrated life has ended a tyrant’s time. Oppression opened up there once shut eyes. So much Dredd passed through the doors of their time. A strong willed person finally had stepped up with an aggressive thought. A vulgar attempt to restore humanity was sought. As things got worst hostility and bitterness was taught. People battered and blooded in the street. No one ever thought this would be what humanity would meet.
A hard scorn from a once proud and devastated age. Nobody will forget or even have the need to turn the page. She now witnesses the sign of disbelief in many sorrowful eyes. Why must life be packed full of lies? How many dies in the eyes of the people who cries? A melancholic way gives her less, and heavyhearted seen grief has startled on bye. The second is now to give into a greater notion. Understanding was so masked by troubled brainwashed erosion. It is the moment for affirmative action to be jelled. Categorical carnage will no longer be upheld.
Aim was taken on many eves. So many witness honor among thieves. Even though the people were arrested by an authoritative oppression. Courage can accumulate into a winning obsession. A late transition is what scares the other side. They see life in their own way instead of letting others having a say on how to change the day. A satisfying revolution is her demeanor and her mission. This will be an all-out successful transition.
No longer will so many live in sorrow. Due to a grief stricken tomorrow. Powerhouse truism tests those with passion. The strategy is set to take reinforced action. Mindful distaste gave her the right to not be intimidated and be able to see. The blue like marble we inhabit is now a liberated democracy. A recognizable government is now here. Now terrorism is our only fear, but does not with hold any liberty we were told. Her speaking out brought a return to humble beginning of the old. The people now have an advanced nation to withhold.

Details | Nick Alexander Poem

The Y2k Rebels

The collaboration between the street and the Y2K mutants had commenced. These 8o’s baby’s filled the night’s air with green lite smoke, and choked back opiate related dreams from white coat masters. These were the city trolls. Forced to bend to society’s creation, of the new crazed sensation. Symbolic doses, hit the millennial air, as many become ready to hallucinate the night away, with a love for everything once ignored. Now the new age scene has turned many into fossilized poppers. As the years trickled away, the rotted souls, which were bought and sold, helped to build up treacherous narcotics related, public sedated, stick-up kids. Stuck with felonious tactics, many became devious. This was now the new age past-time. It was debauchery fitted and fallen into the midnight hour.
Madness was now shared, among those celled up with bites taken out of the family’s love. Years wrinkle into the fold of existence, as the drug fiend and high and mighty pushers create tactics to have pockets full of presidential green backs. These buckeye babies were now renegades forming freelance robbery hits from city to city. This was excitement for the ages. Their dopamine rushed out onto resurrected pipes, as bloody needle points were beginning to fornicate the blue passage. Now underground these were the people infected by thrown away existence. Authors of their own free-lanced hell. A swollen deviation tears threw, like a wicked witch twister. Now crucified by the same authoritative empire they once tried to live by. No longer will family love be embezzled, nor will they be upheld to hear the cruel-hearted deepest sold-off cries.

Details | Nick Alexander Poem

One Love Potion

One love, for those who have been diagnosed with the 21st century dose. Those cats’ gangster ways sent many to early graves, but out of the street ashes a slick culture rose. Regardless of the systematic process many were embedded then opposed. A street car named desire hit the clubs and it ran rampant as many put their own stamp on it. A satire of shame and envy arose for the clock has struck midnight and the lose leaf zombies have climbed out of the lyric pit. 
  It is time for many to come out and play. This foggy sunshine is mocked by silent disarray.  The moment for sheer power and rolling attitudes has a mighty foundation filled with more compensation. This is the true rockers destination. Motions of pure joy hug those with a lethal anger streak. Defeated dreams are turned over to these one night guides for the cultureless meek. 
 A hot violence erupts inside the stain of one time fame. This magic takes away so much grief and so much added shame. Is a relied upon inside substance many creep with and many then start to sleep with to enter the city of the doom? Street lamps glisten from the full moon as the midnight dancers will come down soon. This is never a sought after tune. No room is ever left for the lifeless tycoon. Buy a lunatic a still rage pill and he comes alive. The party of great wonder will arrive. Alienated festivities role into each soiree. It is now the new mind rapture of satisfied child’s play.

Details | Nick Alexander Poem

Whistiling Past the Graveyard

A dull ache becomes masked by a generous shot. More and more opium pours into her trampled vein. Her heart slowly beats, the mania creeps, and she slowly loses a piece of herself. Drowning her past sorrows beats keeping up with the pain. Facing mighty dark secrets just seems to leave a stain. Now her fate is placed in the hands of a diluted substance because pleasure seeking has commenced. Full of euphoria, yet still discontent, she falls back into a lifeless mimic. A single tear fills up and sends her to the other side. Death has not yet came, but she is now on a hell of a ride. Her deepest fears of reality all come fading back as she starts to awake. 
  That single shot seemed to hold all of the fate. Her stash has now run bare, but the tyrant is near ready to hand out sin. He hands out a death card, as she slowly trembles to hand him a dead president fin. Her sickness now runs deep, but a treat awaits her needy soul. Too many times she has danced with the devil in the moon, yet she still plays the reaper as death will come soon. Her sad eyes cock back ready to catch a nod, but then nothing is felt. She then notices a fake burn is what she was dealt. She sweats as sickness creeps in. this cycle of Russian roulette cannot go on, it just cannot win. No more faking for what it is worth because she now feels that her time is now and she plans a rebirth. 
  True horror is seeking way to die. Constantly she let pain in and let it help with the brain fry and soul cry. An exorcism may be needed because she has been so depleted. Far too many times devilish ways were once needed. Like a wick to a flame she burns to live. There is no more letting this phenomenon hold her captive. She now seems to ache with a desire to be free and clear from all the terror that always has been near. So many tears were shed in the wake of her new reality, but the animal inside has now been set free. Believing in the here and now gives off an essence of hope, and all the strangeness will now let her be. Knowing nothing but bad news most will turn to run towards that old numb feel from the drug deal. 
  A distance sits between her and the dread that once filled her relentless past. Robbing, lying, and cheating was her vicious way of allowing and engaging with the demons that surrounded her. Real life allies now completes her conscious spirit and mind. They fought off the antagonist dictator and enemy by letting spirituality take her to a superior place. The mask is now taken off, as she can now face the old mimic in the mirror and can now erase. The door is now shut and her strength gives her the ability to show praise to those who helped her that dark bleak day. She can now let her winning psyche give the strength she needs to no longer be afraid.

Details | Nick Alexander Poem

Lords of Deception

Millennial stickup kids erase the fear of admission
Born into felt crime and hard times
Overwhelming frustrations solidify the sublime
Hit by the ring of narcs many are put in prime-time
News worthy raid the minds reducing those to hard-time

Rapid inflation of infatuated incarceration is perceived
Authoritative enterprises madden the grieved
Is this what should be believed?
The rich and greedy get to be relieved
As the meek are upheld and deceived

All prejudicial wisdom is foretold to be a deception
Who had the audacity to plant this preconception?
A liquefied threat hits the untrustworthy inception
Now time is set to up heave and take a new direction
Hit the road to a granted freedom in a clairvoyant section

The senate has spoken as the words make the enslaved choke
So Sick of living in fear and being broke
A strong armed gentleman starts to invoke
His disciples are now a woke
All the bunk clears including the blown smoke

Best Poems Written by Nick Alexander

The Dark Horse

Prisonomics

The Realm of the Unknown

Fighting the Tormented Illness

Delivered From Evil

Welcome To a New Age Mind

The Y2k Rebels

One Love Potion

Whistiling Past the Graveyard

Lords of Deception