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.
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
Today 7:42am
Today 7:42am
All Through The Night
Hold you in my arms
Keep you safe from all harm
All through the night”
Those words above are the beginning of a song called, All Through The Night. The very first words of mine put to music. That’s right folks, my first song ever.
Before I tell you this story, I have a special announcement. Our very own, Fia Naturie, interviewed me on a special episode of SpotLight. If you didn’t know about it, well now you do. lol.
It’s our voices, there is nothing to read. Fia, was my first guest on the show. She came up with the idea to...
Keep you safe from all harm
All through the night”
Those words above are the beginning of a song called, All Through The Night. The very first words of mine put to music. That’s right folks, my first song ever.
Before I tell you this story, I have a special announcement. Our very own, Fia Naturie, interviewed me on a special episode of SpotLight. If you didn’t know about it, well now you do. lol.
It’s our voices, there is nothing to read. Fia, was my first guest on the show. She came up with the idea to...
#confessional
35 reads
5 Comments
tree1325
tree
tree
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 11:36pm
27th Jan 2025 11:36pm
20 Years
Hey, kiddo.”
I say softly as she walks into view, a warm smile already tugging on my lips. She lifts her head to meet my eyes, tilting it as she observes my face, before suddenly announcing, “You look like Grammy!” I can’t help but chuckle at her response, kneeling down so that we are eye-to-eye. I watch as she takes in my most despised parts, my double chin, thin mouth, and plump cheeks, a mix of curiosity and affection shining in her bright brown eyes.
“I guess so.” I reply quietly, a similar blend of emotions swimming with tears in mine. There are so many things I...
I say softly as she walks into view, a warm smile already tugging on my lips. She lifts her head to meet my eyes, tilting it as she observes my face, before suddenly announcing, “You look like Grammy!” I can’t help but chuckle at her response, kneeling down so that we are eye-to-eye. I watch as she takes in my most despised parts, my double chin, thin mouth, and plump cheeks, a mix of curiosity and affection shining in her bright brown eyes.
“I guess so.” I reply quietly, a similar blend of emotions swimming with tears in mine. There are so many things I...
#childhood
#confessional
#dreams #LifeCycle
#dreams #LifeCycle
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PAR
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 1:30pm
27th Jan 2025 1:30pm
Others' poetry
Isn't it exhilarating
how someone's poetry
can ignite a fire within us?
When their words resonate
so deeply, it's like they unlock
hidden chambers in our own hearts,
revealing emotions and thoughts
we hadn't fully realized were there.
Crafting your own verses
becomes more than just writing
it's a dialogue between your soul and theirs,
a harmonious exchange
across the canvas of creativity.
I've always found
that immersing myself
in powerful poetry
not only inspires me
but...
how someone's poetry
can ignite a fire within us?
When their words resonate
so deeply, it's like they unlock
hidden chambers in our own hearts,
revealing emotions and thoughts
we hadn't fully realized were there.
Crafting your own verses
becomes more than just writing
it's a dialogue between your soul and theirs,
a harmonious exchange
across the canvas of creativity.
I've always found
that immersing myself
in powerful poetry
not only inspires me
but...
#confessional
#emotions
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
#WritingPoetry
61 reads
12 Comments
neves
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 8:20pm
24th Jan 2025 8:20pm
Primal head
It's chaos like yours
dragging animals
out inside of us
who have tired eyes
unable to peacefully
sleep in darkness
waking up to the
sound of pindrops,
watching shadows
crawling over walls
wondering if little
nightmares playing
endlessly on loops
will ever be over
the creak of a
door, the sound
of a pattering
foot, the claws
tucked away
into pillows
ready to
strike up
like hot
matches.
dragging animals
out inside of us
who have tired eyes
unable to peacefully
sleep in darkness
waking up to the
sound of pindrops,
watching shadows
crawling over walls
wondering if little
nightmares playing
endlessly on loops
will ever be over
the creak of a
door, the sound
of a pattering
foot, the claws
tucked away
into pillows
ready to
strike up
like hot
matches.
#animals
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
75 reads
0 Comments
wallyroo92
Bumped 24th Jan 2025 6:35pm
10th Sep 2019 6:38am
10th Sep 2019 6:38am
Writer's Block
This just may be the worst poem ever written,
I’m spittin’ out rhymes on the fly like a sandpiper,
Without symmetry the lines are split or won’t fit in,
it feels like I'm about to be taken out by a sniper.
No sooner then I down this whole schooner,
With liquid courage I’ll be bringing in the sheave,
Roll up my sleeve and heave then like a pruner,
I’ll cut the Spartan phalanx by taken up my leave.
Writer’s block is mock of the things I’ve talked,
It’s a segregation between mind and inspiration,
Like an idiot savant I want everything I’ve...
I’m spittin’ out rhymes on the fly like a sandpiper,
Without symmetry the lines are split or won’t fit in,
it feels like I'm about to be taken out by a sniper.
No sooner then I down this whole schooner,
With liquid courage I’ll be bringing in the sheave,
Roll up my sleeve and heave then like a pruner,
I’ll cut the Spartan phalanx by taken up my leave.
Writer’s block is mock of the things I’ve talked,
It’s a segregation between mind and inspiration,
Like an idiot savant I want everything I’ve...
#confessional
#WritersBlock
598 reads
2 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 7:25pm
22nd Jan 2025 7:25pm
Puppies
I laugh when they call me intense,
As if they know the depths
I have to give.
Only dialed in at a mere two percent,
Purring like a cat, I breathe him in,
allorubbing, weaving, through his skin.
He's intoxicated, caught in my
sway— Not many men have the
strength to say no.
I grab his card,
swipe, swipe, swipe,
Do you want me?
I ask, breath heavy, And in his eyes,
I see the hearts glow.
What I bring is more than
Cupid’s bow, A gift unwrapped,
a present aglow.
Some call it...
As if they know the depths
I have to give.
Only dialed in at a mere two percent,
Purring like a cat, I breathe him in,
allorubbing, weaving, through his skin.
He's intoxicated, caught in my
sway— Not many men have the
strength to say no.
I grab his card,
swipe, swipe, swipe,
Do you want me?
I ask, breath heavy, And in his eyes,
I see the hearts glow.
What I bring is more than
Cupid’s bow, A gift unwrapped,
a present aglow.
Some call it...
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#WritingPoetry
65 reads
3 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 10:57am
15th Jan 2025 10:57am
Sexual Freedom!
#confessional
#motivational
#sex
#uplifting
#women
183 reads
8 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 2:06pm
12th Jan 2025 2:06pm
The deception behind the mask
Man to woman and Woman to man let's be serious about, that scenario of what is happening in today's, in society of people's and there true intentions. 🤨 For sure don't we deserve to have something, that is real evidence of love and honor and respect. 💯 FOR sure what would you rather have in your life and world, don't you think that you are worthy of that, kind of devotion and truth and genuine honesty and trust. 💯 For now let's take it farther than that in each relationship, whether good or bad did you feel that you were getting that in return, 🤔 of that what...
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#StreamOfConsciousness
55 reads
0 Comments
DetectiveOGasm
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 1:43pm
11th Jan 2025 1:43pm
Only At The Surface
It never really stops does it?
This need to be seen
to be cherished in some way
But in these fickle times
in considerations sporadic
we really don't get to the meat
of what we're all about
The surface rarely tells the story
fears and expectation
clouding this process
And if no one asks any questions
how to we get beneath this
to the good, messy parts?
Our tears and laughter
can both be a gateway,
sometimes vulnerability
can enhance sensitivity
In the end,
do you really want...
This need to be seen
to be cherished in some way
But in these fickle times
in considerations sporadic
we really don't get to the meat
of what we're all about
The surface rarely tells the story
fears and expectation
clouding this process
And if no one asks any questions
how to we get beneath this
to the good, messy parts?
Our tears and laughter
can both be a gateway,
sometimes vulnerability
can enhance sensitivity
In the end,
do you really want...
#confessional
#dating
#relationships
90 reads
2 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 9:27pm
10th Jan 2025 9:27pm
It's another year in my life
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️. 111 It's here at this moment in my life with another year in my life, coming that I am truly grateful and thankful and blessed. To be able to see another day in my life. For tomorrow is a blessing for me, on my 66 birthday. 🎉🎂 For sure it's on this day I silently reflect upon my life, as I journey and travel and walk the last four years of my own life. FOR let's go back to 2002 when I had a spinal infusion and I was unable to walk, 😭 or stand on my own two feet alone. 😔 IT was that moment in...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
78 reads
2 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 4:58pm
4th Jan 2025 4:58pm
declaration of independence
(Visual)
#confessional
#healing
#SelfWorth #uplifting
#SelfWorth #uplifting
185 reads
6 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 4:15pm
2nd Jan 2025 4:15pm
The Rave Girl
I’ve always been in love with energy,
which is why the rave scene felt like home to me.
Dancing to my own delight,
heightened awareness in the pulsing night.
Sweaty bodies moving, a vibrant sea,
lost in a kaleidoscope of light and ecstasy.
I’d perch on a speaker, my frequency alive,
vibrations rippling, helping others thrive.
It was always the odd, the eccentric, the free,
who gravitated toward my energy.
We’d talk for hours or dance without end,
no numbers exchanged, no ties to defend.
For that night, we were free—...
which is why the rave scene felt like home to me.
Dancing to my own delight,
heightened awareness in the pulsing night.
Sweaty bodies moving, a vibrant sea,
lost in a kaleidoscope of light and ecstasy.
I’d perch on a speaker, my frequency alive,
vibrations rippling, helping others thrive.
It was always the odd, the eccentric, the free,
who gravitated toward my energy.
We’d talk for hours or dance without end,
no numbers exchanged, no ties to defend.
For that night, we were free—...
#confessional
#drugs
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
108 reads
3 Comments
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