Confessional Poems
#confessional
Confessional poetry gets inside the head of the author, exploring their repressed anguish or deepest emotions. Revealing and personal poems, which often describe parts of the author's life which are not usually in the public domain. Confessional poetry is a style of writing which emerged in the 1950s and 1960s.
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
6th Mar 2025 8:57pm
6th Mar 2025 8:57pm
f**king with levity (thinking out loud)
I've had a few creative mentors over the years, people I respected (some I still respect), people I looked up to without question, people I relied on, people who I treated like Gods when they were undeniably human. I took the best parts of them to heart, while also taking the things that don't work for me.
There's one line in particular, that runs through my head, rent free. "Indie, you need more levity, your work is brilliant, but it's too heavy on its own". And I think about that all the time. I think about how I love the darkness as much as I hate it. I think about...
There's one line in particular, that runs through my head, rent free. "Indie, you need more levity, your work is brilliant, but it's too heavy on its own". And I think about that all the time. I think about how I love the darkness as much as I hate it. I think about...
#confessional
#identity
#myself
#nonfiction
#SelfReflection
52 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Bumped 6th Mar 2025 7:34pm
7th Oct 2019 7:06pm
7th Oct 2019 7:06pm
Confessions of a Cereal Killer
#dark
#death
#scary
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
509 reads
9 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
6th Mar 2025 4:35pm
6th Mar 2025 4:35pm
mental overdrive
silence is a mythical creature
Pegasus in flight on a starry night
clouds always obscuring it from my sight
{& all that romantic crap}
such beasts rarely descend into my chaotic realm
sleep is a wildscape of dreaming
wakefulness a cacophony
it's been...a few sleepless darks...& counting
eyes open but unseeing
desperate for respite
as words...questions...memories
rattle around the birdcage of my mind
dust kicked up by their turbulent beating
& I struggle to focus on breathing
not as easy as you'd think ...
Pegasus in flight on a starry night
clouds always obscuring it from my sight
{& all that romantic crap}
such beasts rarely descend into my chaotic realm
sleep is a wildscape of dreaming
wakefulness a cacophony
it's been...a few sleepless darks...& counting
eyes open but unseeing
desperate for respite
as words...questions...memories
rattle around the birdcage of my mind
dust kicked up by their turbulent beating
& I struggle to focus on breathing
not as easy as you'd think ...
#anxiety
#confessional
#insomnia
85 reads
15 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
6th Mar 2025 4:10pm
6th Mar 2025 4:10pm
Inner World I Didn't Know
Embedded in life were small moments. I owned these moments, unknowing anything, just living the dream.
Standing in a room filled with strange people who thought they knew me, and were sure what I would do next—because I was their puppet. All I wanted was for them to get up out of my space.
I was watching something about astronomy. Must have been PBS. No one else was paying attention.
It was a scientific documentary explaining space expansion.
I didn't know the language they were speaking, but I can imagine it must have been physics, speaking of parsecs....
Standing in a room filled with strange people who thought they knew me, and were sure what I would do next—because I was their puppet. All I wanted was for them to get up out of my space.
I was watching something about astronomy. Must have been PBS. No one else was paying attention.
It was a scientific documentary explaining space expansion.
I didn't know the language they were speaking, but I can imagine it must have been physics, speaking of parsecs....
#astronomy
#confessional
#freedom #passion
#freedom #passion
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 2:28am
3rd Mar 2025 2:28am
To much time wasted
During these days and times we are wasting to much time on nonsense, that doesn't do anything for you but makes you feel, more of the confusion that puts yourself and your own life in danger. For sure let's ask ourselves what time has you wasted in some relationships, that only didn't have the ability to manifest that which what you want and need, to sustain life and love. For sure we are entitled to have a true opportunity and choice, to be happy with someone knowing that they got your back, and you got there back as well. For seriously why is it so hard to find that someone, who wants the...
#confessional
#FeelingLost
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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Thesilverymoon
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2025 9:17am
2nd Mar 2025 9:17am
Dys Funk
When you are neuro-diversely dysegulated as fuck
Sometimes
that means
(furiously.. )
scribbling down notes on google keep
in a mid island north bound intra-atmospheric
channeling of emotions
into a poem
after clocking a live wake
then watching the projected death
of your friend and fellow player
reach its conclusion
six days later
Then another two more
and who could predict
overcoming fear paralysis
but not before fucking up
a performance puppet or audience
or...
Sometimes
that means
(furiously.. )
scribbling down notes on google keep
in a mid island north bound intra-atmospheric
channeling of emotions
into a poem
after clocking a live wake
then watching the projected death
of your friend and fellow player
reach its conclusion
six days later
Then another two more
and who could predict
overcoming fear paralysis
but not before fucking up
a performance puppet or audience
or...
#anger
#confessional
#SelfReflection
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Northern_Soul
Poem Published
1st Mar 2025 00:48am
1st Mar 2025 00:48am
When I say “I’ll figure it out” I just mean I’ll adapt to whatever fresh hell is coming
I flick on a light switch
my ankle angles towards
the rest of my twisted body
and it’s been days now
sitting in silence
fighting off dense fog
picking up a pen
dropping it
unable to communicate
a goddamn thought in my head
because that’s
what a diagnosis is,
words that smother other words,
smouldering, wet peat thrown
aggressively over eager bonfires
as they spit out, howl,
flames screaming back
blistering
burning
just like my legs, my heart, ...
my ankle angles towards
the rest of my twisted body
and it’s been days now
sitting in silence
fighting off dense fog
picking up a pen
dropping it
unable to communicate
a goddamn thought in my head
because that’s
what a diagnosis is,
words that smother other words,
smouldering, wet peat thrown
aggressively over eager bonfires
as they spit out, howl,
flames screaming back
blistering
burning
just like my legs, my heart, ...
#confessional
151 reads
10 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 3:52pm
26th Feb 2025 3:52pm
Bird Nesting Poetry
In the heart of dawn, poets awaken.
Like mother birds in nests forsaken.
Words like worms tenderly taken
to feed their young, love unshaken.
Quills dipped in dew, they glide and soar
over landscapes of dreams, forevermore.
Each verse a morsel as hearts implore,
Nurturing souls by stories they store.
Under the vast canopy of sky...
Poets sing lullabies, every nigh,
to fledgling thoughts, dreams amplify.
Wings of words lift high.
With beaks of ink they gently share
wisdom and warmth beyond compare. ...
Like mother birds in nests forsaken.
Words like worms tenderly taken
to feed their young, love unshaken.
Quills dipped in dew, they glide and soar
over landscapes of dreams, forevermore.
Each verse a morsel as hearts implore,
Nurturing souls by stories they store.
Under the vast canopy of sky...
Poets sing lullabies, every nigh,
to fledgling thoughts, dreams amplify.
Wings of words lift high.
With beaks of ink they gently share
wisdom and warmth beyond compare. ...
#birds
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#mirror
#WritingPoetry
75 reads
7 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 4:38pm
22nd Feb 2025 4:38pm
disremembered
what is it?
a left or a right?
I think it
was up,
or was
it down
7:30!
I thought
it was at 8?
didn't you
say that...
No? huh...
what do you
mean "where
are your fries?"
you didn't order
any french fries?
NO! I didn't
forget. I just
disremembered
a left or a right?
I think it
was up,
or was
it down
7:30!
I thought
it was at 8?
didn't you
say that...
No? huh...
what do you
mean "where
are your fries?"
you didn't order
any french fries?
NO! I didn't
forget. I just
disremembered
#confessional
79 reads
4 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 2:17pm
22nd Feb 2025 2:17pm
treetop drops
as wind whispers
of yesterdays best forgotten
mind recoils
clutching...
at the delicate branches
...of survival
remembrance is a bitch
fingernails down window panes
...the pain...
of lullabies gone awry
& when that bough broke
it was one helluva fall
~~~
~~
~
of yesterdays best forgotten
mind recoils
clutching...
at the delicate branches
...of survival
remembrance is a bitch
fingernails down window panes
...the pain...
of lullabies gone awry
& when that bough broke
it was one helluva fall
~~~
~~
~
#abuse
#childhood
#confessional #memories
#confessional #memories
165 reads
14 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
19th Feb 2025 7:30pm
19th Feb 2025 7:30pm
Restricted
Missed calls, unreturned texts,
But you still keep sending, keep reaching.
Always calling "Restricted,"
I told you, I couldn’t fix you.
You had to heal yourself.
But still, you said, "I can't do it alone."
I told you to trust, to walk through the door,
That little boy’s waiting for you.
I put your baby picture in your hand,
Told you to love him—tell him you do.
But you punched holes in walls,
And in my soul,
Screaming that this was all so stupid,
That none of this mattered...
But you still keep sending, keep reaching.
Always calling "Restricted,"
I told you, I couldn’t fix you.
You had to heal yourself.
But still, you said, "I can't do it alone."
I told you to trust, to walk through the door,
That little boy’s waiting for you.
I put your baby picture in your hand,
Told you to love him—tell him you do.
But you punched holes in walls,
And in my soul,
Screaming that this was all so stupid,
That none of this mattered...
#confessional
#dark
#despair
#LifeStruggles
#PersonalGrowth
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PAR
Poem Published
19th Feb 2025 10:55am
19th Feb 2025 10:55am
Happy 1000 Days
A thousand days have passed in fleeting grace.
Since first we met our pens began to dance.
In verses shared we found a common place
where words and rhymes in harmony enhance.
Unnoticed flew the days, in laughter, tears.
Through sonnets, odes, and haikus we did weave
our hearts entwined in stanzas, free of fears.
In poetry we found what we believe.
Each meeting brought a spark, a word, a phrase.
A world where dreams and passions intertwined.
In every line we traced the sun's bright rays.
We found the echoes of our kindred...
Since first we met our pens began to dance.
In verses shared we found a common place
where words and rhymes in harmony enhance.
Unnoticed flew the days, in laughter, tears.
Through sonnets, odes, and haikus we did weave
our hearts entwined in stanzas, free of fears.
In poetry we found what we believe.
Each meeting brought a spark, a word, a phrase.
A world where dreams and passions intertwined.
In every line we traced the sun's bright rays.
We found the echoes of our kindred...
#confessional
#happiness
#inspirational
#LifeChangingMoment
#WritingPoetry
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9 Comments
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