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.
CSD1558
Minx
Minx
Poem Published
Today 11:20pm
Today 11:20pm
MINX
Such an alluring little kitty
Boldly flirtatious, aching to seduce
So poised as she begs you "Let me make you my muse!"
Tread lightly with your compliments
Saying she's sweet or she's cute
Her claws will come out
And you will feel her rebuke
Scratches down your back
Leaving you with her sting
Hedonistic pleasure
Even if it's just a fling
Cheeky and mischievous
So many little kinks
Longing to teach you
Here, now...whith her INK!
Boldly flirtatious, aching to seduce
So poised as she begs you "Let me make you my muse!"
Tread lightly with your compliments
Saying she's sweet or she's cute
Her claws will come out
And you will feel her rebuke
Scratches down your back
Leaving you with her sting
Hedonistic pleasure
Even if it's just a fling
Cheeky and mischievous
So many little kinks
Longing to teach you
Here, now...whith her INK!
#sex
#erotic
#confessional
#myself
#SelfWorth
4 reads
0 Comments
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
20th Mar 2019 00:52am
20th Mar 2019 00:52am
How I Got Accidentally Stoned (A Comedy) PtI Prologue
#drugs
#funny
#confessional
52 reads
17 Comments
Nari
Spellbound
Spellbound
Poem Published
18th Mar 2019 10:31am
18th Mar 2019 10:31am
Women's Confessional
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(Whatever color you are is the color strap you have to wear..we talked about that too with both sides and the reason why but)...
ok ok seriously now...here she goes
https://www.instagram.com/jokestress/?hl=en
but we were nosey ing around online awhile back..and saw the Alymer twin say...they-referring to some of the brown girls are angry because my skin is white...well yes they are; we don' fall into that demographic...I'm not funny-Im straight up. It is what it is and...
Space
Space
Space
Space
Space
Space
Space
(Whatever color you are is the color strap you have to wear..we talked about that too with both sides and the reason why but)...
ok ok seriously now...here she goes
https://www.instagram.com/jokestress/?hl=en
but we were nosey ing around online awhile back..and saw the Alymer twin say...they-referring to some of the brown girls are angry because my skin is white...well yes they are; we don' fall into that demographic...I'm not funny-Im straight up. It is what it is and...
#confessional
27 reads
cunnilover
Poem Published
17th Mar 2019 10:06pm
17th Mar 2019 10:06pm
CEEMEE
I tried to explain…I thought she could see, that these words that we use they are enigmatic to you and me…no, this is not about lust, writing frees the two of us, our spirits flow and stains grow from quills that know the truth of our souls, driving us to create without seeming to be elucidate…what could this be? She asked, a shared experience I stated, Sex! she proclaimed, Need, I exclaimed, Only we can see how our union expands the physical…transcends the sexual….I need your pen to help free me. Free the CEE of MEE.
By CeeMee
By CeeMee
#confessional
36 reads
5 Comments
Lookawaynow
Rose
Rose
Poem Published
17th Mar 2019 2:45pm
17th Mar 2019 2:45pm
Productive Spills
#love
#confessional
39 reads
12 Comments
JusTim_
Poem Published
17th Mar 2019 1:39am
17th Mar 2019 1:39am
Is It Too Early For Tequila?
Is it too early for tequila?
because wine just won't suffice
altered in misdirection
was any of this meant to be?
free basing raw vanilla
life has taken the best of me
how I got here?
your guess is as good as mine
living in the shadows of substance
missing only bars while I'm doing time
my heart bleeds my soul
but was passion ever seen
tongues can't talk cut in half
even in Latin life was mean
father's being father's...
because wine just won't suffice
altered in misdirection
was any of this meant to be?
free basing raw vanilla
life has taken the best of me
how I got here?
your guess is as good as mine
living in the shadows of substance
missing only bars while I'm doing time
my heart bleeds my soul
but was passion ever seen
tongues can't talk cut in half
even in Latin life was mean
father's being father's...
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#SelfReflection
37 reads
6 Comments
lyricalpoem5
Poem Published
16th Mar 2019 8:01am
16th Mar 2019 8:01am
Talk is cheap
Don't waste your breath on me
Just because I'm quiet
Doesn't mean I'm on a 'no speaking' diet
I chose to listen and you chose to talk
You think you can 'chat me up'
To fill these empty spaces (nobody asked you to)
To make me move from 'reserved' to unreserved (pathetic)
But you know
Talk is cheap
Your trying to get deep with me
But I won't have it
I rather not know you
Than you not knowing too much of me
Because I can see your true colours
Right through you
Always complaining about the city you're living...
Just because I'm quiet
Doesn't mean I'm on a 'no speaking' diet
I chose to listen and you chose to talk
You think you can 'chat me up'
To fill these empty spaces (nobody asked you to)
To make me move from 'reserved' to unreserved (pathetic)
But you know
Talk is cheap
Your trying to get deep with me
But I won't have it
I rather not know you
Than you not knowing too much of me
Because I can see your true colours
Right through you
Always complaining about the city you're living...
#confessional
#disappointment
58 reads
2 Comments
LiLiBeastly95
Poem Published
14th Mar 2019 9:45pm
14th Mar 2019 9:45pm
The Stages of Heartbreak: Voicemail
#heartbroken
#breakup
#conflict #confessional
#conflict #confessional
29 reads
0 Comments
Taryn
Poem Published
12th Mar 2019 11:35pm
12th Mar 2019 11:35pm
Southern Comfort
unexpectedly at times
it feels as if there are barbs
embedded in my ribs
making each breath taken
that much more painful
as lungs expand
the iron can be tasted,
rising to burn the back of my throat & I’m
found frantically searching
for milky carbonates
do physical appearances change as well,
when one is an emotional masochist?
I stare at silver and copper films
searching for communicative evidence; I’ve come up empty
although each move
in a forward direction
can cause such aches ...
it feels as if there are barbs
embedded in my ribs
making each breath taken
that much more painful
as lungs expand
the iron can be tasted,
rising to burn the back of my throat & I’m
found frantically searching
for milky carbonates
do physical appearances change as well,
when one is an emotional masochist?
I stare at silver and copper films
searching for communicative evidence; I’ve come up empty
although each move
in a forward direction
can cause such aches ...
#relationships
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
117 reads
21 Comments
CSD1558
Minx
Minx
Poem Published
12th Mar 2019 7:22am
12th Mar 2019 7:22am
Misunderstood
I feel like I speak a language no one understands
Everytime I think someone is figuring it out
It all goes to shit
You pour your guts out
And it feels so right
But that's only because it was wrong in the first place
We all know the definition of insanity
Fucking up the same way
Again and again
And expecting a different outcome
"If you are going to fuck me up the ass
Could you at least pull my hair so we can both enjoy it?"
Everytime I think someone is figuring it out
It all goes to shit
You pour your guts out
And it feels so right
But that's only because it was wrong in the first place
We all know the definition of insanity
Fucking up the same way
Again and again
And expecting a different outcome
"If you are going to fuck me up the ass
Could you at least pull my hair so we can both enjoy it?"
#identity
#confessional
#SelfWorth
48 reads
6 Comments
Tenderloin
Poem Published
12th Mar 2019 1:07am
12th Mar 2019 1:07am
Accidental Seduction
#lust
#angels
#confessional #heaven
#confessional #heaven
234 reads
12 Comments
cloventongue89
Poem Published
11th Mar 2019 4:35pm
11th Mar 2019 4:35pm
Bleeding Contradiction
I dream through filters
Of a place unobstructed by a fear of losing
Satisfied and contented to know
The reason
Staging life to find my fit
Significance and belonging
Misplaced love for what I see
Every gift invested in the art
Bleeding contradicting pigments
My gallery
Of freedom and captivity
Self-exalting wasted efforts
All I say in honesty, fades away
Until the day I become my confession
Calibrating life into...
Of a place unobstructed by a fear of losing
Satisfied and contented to know
The reason
Staging life to find my fit
Significance and belonging
Misplaced love for what I see
Every gift invested in the art
Bleeding contradicting pigments
My gallery
Of freedom and captivity
Self-exalting wasted efforts
All I say in honesty, fades away
Until the day I become my confession
Calibrating life into...
#identity
#spiritual
#confessional
#myself
#SelfReflection
38 reads
4 Comments
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