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.
wallyroo92
Poem Published
Today 3:36am
Today 3:36am
Aldebaran Taurus
At one point that old Altima was all I had
Finding a space where to park for the night
Watching the stars through the sunroof
Wondering how I got there
And if I’d ever get out of that plight
I hit a low point and there was nowhere else to go
But up
Yet I knew I was smarter than that
I just had too much pride
Until I learned that forgiving and asking for forgiveness…
…is a two-way street
I’ll never forget those nights in old “Christine”
Drifting in and out of sleep
Watching the night starry sky
71...
Finding a space where to park for the night
Watching the stars through the sunroof
Wondering how I got there
And if I’d ever get out of that plight
I hit a low point and there was nowhere else to go
But up
Yet I knew I was smarter than that
I just had too much pride
Until I learned that forgiving and asking for forgiveness…
…is a two-way street
I’ll never forget those nights in old “Christine”
Drifting in and out of sleep
Watching the night starry sky
71...
#confessional
#SelfReflection
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:56am
Yesterday 5:56am
Back to Gemini
(Castor and Pollux 2)
Back to Gemini that space between him and I
When we see eye to eye in that dual personality
One’s a fly by and the other can be the fall guy
Like a balance act between absurdity and rationality
And perhaps this is why Gemini is my favorite constellation
As if the astrological sign is in line with that characterization
There are two temperaments but usually logic is at the helm
While the mad enthusiastic maniac wants to overwhelm
Castor and Pollux watch from their positions in the sky
It’s like their...
Back to Gemini that space between him and I
When we see eye to eye in that dual personality
One’s a fly by and the other can be the fall guy
Like a balance act between absurdity and rationality
And perhaps this is why Gemini is my favorite constellation
As if the astrological sign is in line with that characterization
There are two temperaments but usually logic is at the helm
While the mad enthusiastic maniac wants to overwhelm
Castor and Pollux watch from their positions in the sky
It’s like their...
#confessional
#identity
#myself
#stars
#universe
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WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
21st Apr 2025 11:07pm
21st Apr 2025 11:07pm
brace for it
21 of 30
words finally recede
like fog rolling across the water
as sun tickles the surface
glimmering flickers of hope
tugging at shallow breaths
teasing...
...more...
I know you've got it in you
come on
breathe deeper
fill those aching lungs
& get up
!!
the pillow lies rumpled & abandoned
sheets cooling
where the shape of me still lies
comfort left behind
it's the start that's the hardest
facing the unknown
...is a daily occurrence
some days... ...
words finally recede
like fog rolling across the water
as sun tickles the surface
glimmering flickers of hope
tugging at shallow breaths
teasing...
...more...
I know you've got it in you
come on
breathe deeper
fill those aching lungs
& get up
!!
the pillow lies rumpled & abandoned
sheets cooling
where the shape of me still lies
comfort left behind
it's the start that's the hardest
facing the unknown
...is a daily occurrence
some days... ...
#anxiety
#confessional
#insomnia
#LifeStruggles
#nightmares
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Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
21st Apr 2025 6:32pm
21st Apr 2025 6:32pm
renunciate ( or a few last words)
What if I where to tell you, that I am nothing more than the concept imputed within mind. Some stoned junkie perhaps?
Or a contentious retarded cunt ( cunts are useful).
The notion of others whatever that may be.
Stopped giving a fuck about what society thinks
Threw my clippers and hairbrush away, let it grow let it grow. Before too long a wookie greeted me in the mirror.
Got asked if I was a rastah on account of my locks, to which I replied, nah just lazy
Parenting is akin to dancing one legged through a minefield. Knowing you will end...
Or a contentious retarded cunt ( cunts are useful).
The notion of others whatever that may be.
Stopped giving a fuck about what society thinks
Threw my clippers and hairbrush away, let it grow let it grow. Before too long a wookie greeted me in the mirror.
Got asked if I was a rastah on account of my locks, to which I replied, nah just lazy
Parenting is akin to dancing one legged through a minefield. Knowing you will end...
#confessional
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfReflection
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WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
20th Apr 2025 2:34pm
20th Apr 2025 2:34pm
cribnotes of understanding
20 of 30
I'll bare mine...
my revelations of expansion
what I've discovered
so far
bullet points...if you will
though by no means...the full spectrum
~~~
I'm strong enough to handle almost anything
...but I don't have to do it all alone
it's okay to ask for help
~~~
being accepted as I am...is beautiful
..but as is...isn't enough for me
I will always strive for further evolution
~~~
if I tend to all his needs...without seeing to mine ...
I'll bare mine...
my revelations of expansion
what I've discovered
so far
bullet points...if you will
though by no means...the full spectrum
~~~
I'm strong enough to handle almost anything
...but I don't have to do it all alone
it's okay to ask for help
~~~
being accepted as I am...is beautiful
..but as is...isn't enough for me
I will always strive for further evolution
~~~
if I tend to all his needs...without seeing to mine ...
#confessional
#honesty
#learning
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
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WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
19th Apr 2025 5:34pm
19th Apr 2025 5:34pm
drop it
19 of 30
I'm doing the best I can
but...
I'll be honest
I mistrust beauty
it's been too unkind to me
pretty smiles & lovely words
lack a certain depth
hollow...shallow
just empty props...
taken at face value
remove the glamour
...then let's talk
show me those scars
...makeup off
the gaping
the ugly
the raw
we all have them
I'm not interested in the mask
...impeccably detailed
I want the real
so drop the facade
attraction lives in vulnerability's...
I'm doing the best I can
but...
I'll be honest
I mistrust beauty
it's been too unkind to me
pretty smiles & lovely words
lack a certain depth
hollow...shallow
just empty props...
taken at face value
remove the glamour
...then let's talk
show me those scars
...makeup off
the gaping
the ugly
the raw
we all have them
I'm not interested in the mask
...impeccably detailed
I want the real
so drop the facade
attraction lives in vulnerability's...
#confessional
#honesty
#humankind
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
19th Apr 2025 3:15pm
19th Apr 2025 3:15pm
Morning Rituals
I lie awake
about ten minutes before the first alarm goes off
thinking about what I’m going to do that day
before I force myself to put on my running shoes
and go into the darkness
after an hour
or about when Clockwork Angels is coming to a close
the feeling of accomplishment Rushes through me
I notice I’m getting slower
and the distances are shorter
but I’m OK with it
after breakfast
after doing the dishes
I down my hot cup of coffee
(with my blood pressure meds)
but my body temperature goes up again ...
about ten minutes before the first alarm goes off
thinking about what I’m going to do that day
before I force myself to put on my running shoes
and go into the darkness
after an hour
or about when Clockwork Angels is coming to a close
the feeling of accomplishment Rushes through me
I notice I’m getting slower
and the distances are shorter
but I’m OK with it
after breakfast
after doing the dishes
I down my hot cup of coffee
(with my blood pressure meds)
but my body temperature goes up again ...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#myself
#SelfReflection
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WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
18th Apr 2025 5:07pm
18th Apr 2025 5:07pm
cowered but not a coward
18 of 30
today...
...is not okay
I'm firing only blanks
struggling to process...
...words...thoughts...life...
walking to another room
& when I arrive
forgetting...why...
starting a list
not remembering what I'd planned to write
I just want to curl in a ball
stare at the wall
& let the day pass me by
catch a cab for tomorrow
skipping the morass of now
but...
...since that isn't an option...
one foot...then the other
keeping it moving
I'm doing the best I can
today...
...is not okay
I'm firing only blanks
struggling to process...
...words...thoughts...life...
walking to another room
& when I arrive
forgetting...why...
starting a list
not remembering what I'd planned to write
I just want to curl in a ball
stare at the wall
& let the day pass me by
catch a cab for tomorrow
skipping the morass of now
but...
...since that isn't an option...
one foot...then the other
keeping it moving
I'm doing the best I can
#ADHD
#anxiety
#confessional
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3 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
16th Apr 2025 00:27am
16th Apr 2025 00:27am
Me, Part 4: Entropy
I was eight years old
when we moved 1000km from home
for dad’s sabbatical.
As far as I can tell,
that’s the year everything went
sideways.
There were good things.
The loft in the open-plan classroom,
where I decorated the cover of my weekly workbook
in wild rainbow colours,
completing lessons as an afterthought
each Friday afternoon.
And Anne –
dramatic, precocious, unpopular;
I adored her brazen light.
We were inseparable
and...
when we moved 1000km from home
for dad’s sabbatical.
As far as I can tell,
that’s the year everything went
sideways.
There were good things.
The loft in the open-plan classroom,
where I decorated the cover of my weekly workbook
in wild rainbow colours,
completing lessons as an afterthought
each Friday afternoon.
And Anne –
dramatic, precocious, unpopular;
I adored her brazen light.
We were inseparable
and...
#abuse
#childhood
#confessional #memories
#confessional #memories
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PAR
Poem Published
15th Apr 2025 11:31pm
15th Apr 2025 11:31pm
A poem in bed
The sheets fold like paper,
soft against skin, heavy with dreams.
A book rests in open palms,
its spine breathing in the hush of midnight.
Words spill like ink across the quiet,
syllables curling into candlelight,
each line a bridge between waking
and the endless drift into thought.
The best poem waits in whispers,
threading itself through fingertips,
drawing the mind deeper
into the lull of imagined echoes.
The letters pulse, alive in their rhythm,
the room shrinking to...
soft against skin, heavy with dreams.
A book rests in open palms,
its spine breathing in the hush of midnight.
Words spill like ink across the quiet,
syllables curling into candlelight,
each line a bridge between waking
and the endless drift into thought.
The best poem waits in whispers,
threading itself through fingertips,
drawing the mind deeper
into the lull of imagined echoes.
The letters pulse, alive in their rhythm,
the room shrinking to...
#confessional
#mirror
#MyInspiration
#myself
#WritingPoetry
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8 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
14th Apr 2025 11:53pm
14th Apr 2025 11:53pm
Petals and Stars
Under the void stars crumble to dust,
hands tremble as petals tear softly,
the air hums with the weight of endings.
One by one, petals fall like faint whispers.
Counting stars that flicker on borrowed time.
The heavens bleed with quiet inevitability.
Breath tightens as skies fracture apart,
petals scatter, unanswered prayers to the abyss.
The apocalypse looms patient and cruel.
Counting, plucking, waiting in silence...
Hope burns like a distant fading ember
and the world waits, fragile and undone.
hands tremble as petals tear softly,
the air hums with the weight of endings.
One by one, petals fall like faint whispers.
Counting stars that flicker on borrowed time.
The heavens bleed with quiet inevitability.
Breath tightens as skies fracture apart,
petals scatter, unanswered prayers to the abyss.
The apocalypse looms patient and cruel.
Counting, plucking, waiting in silence...
Hope burns like a distant fading ember
and the world waits, fragile and undone.
#confessional
#meditation
#patience #silence
#patience #silence
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4 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
14th Apr 2025 10:07pm
14th Apr 2025 10:07pm
glass gates
14 of 30
in memory forever
some accusations stain
misunderstood...badly translated
it's hard to explain
why can't you just accept it
let yourself be loved
it's complicated
& painfully simple
but I don't know where to start
once upon a time...
{not so very long ago}
...as the story goes
I loved like a warrior
ardent & unrelenting
...but in full armor
poured my love into their open hands
giving them everything I am
beautifully...
in memory forever
some accusations stain
misunderstood...badly translated
it's hard to explain
why can't you just accept it
let yourself be loved
it's complicated
& painfully simple
but I don't know where to start
once upon a time...
{not so very long ago}
...as the story goes
I loved like a warrior
ardent & unrelenting
...but in full armor
poured my love into their open hands
giving them everything I am
beautifully...
#confessional
#learning
#love #PersonalGrowth
#love #PersonalGrowth
71 reads
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