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.
Kaleidoscope_Heart
Poem Published
Today 1:07am
Today 1:07am
Dirty Closet
It’s hard not to judge yourself once the fog finally lifts.
I’m clearer today.
I hate my yesterdays.
How did I let it all get so messy.
My internal and external closets over flowing with years of procrastinated nonsense.
I held on to it all because I was determined to make use of every.single.fucking.thing. Waiting for the perfect time to execute.
When you don’t let go, you hold back. Because there is no room to move forward.
It’s too exhausting to move from all the weight.
Anyone addicted to clean...
I’m clearer today.
I hate my yesterdays.
How did I let it all get so messy.
My internal and external closets over flowing with years of procrastinated nonsense.
I held on to it all because I was determined to make use of every.single.fucking.thing. Waiting for the perfect time to execute.
When you don’t let go, you hold back. Because there is no room to move forward.
It’s too exhausting to move from all the weight.
Anyone addicted to clean...
#confessional
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Kandicejohnson
Poem Published
12th Sep 2019 9:04pm
12th Sep 2019 9:04pm
I Never Chose To Be A Poet
I never chose to be a poet..
My mind bleeds words and the papers loves to soak in the ink of my thoughts.
It's a beautiful condition
Not a choice
Penned words
Without voice
Release of pain
To love again and again
In the early morning hours
Minds ceaseless thoughts
Expressions of many emotions
Sorted
Poetry is brought
Once sought to free myself of once thought curse.
Prose bleed verse after verse.
Learning to love thyself
Sharing to the world
Instead of dusted written words stored upon some shelf.
Take a...
My mind bleeds words and the papers loves to soak in the ink of my thoughts.
It's a beautiful condition
Not a choice
Penned words
Without voice
Release of pain
To love again and again
In the early morning hours
Minds ceaseless thoughts
Expressions of many emotions
Sorted
Poetry is brought
Once sought to free myself of once thought curse.
Prose bleed verse after verse.
Learning to love thyself
Sharing to the world
Instead of dusted written words stored upon some shelf.
Take a...
#identity
#confessional
#myself #WritingPoetry
#myself #WritingPoetry
36 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
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
35 reads
2 Comments
Simon_III_Msibi
Mandla Msibi
Mandla Msibi
Poem Published
9th Sep 2019 6:11am
9th Sep 2019 6:11am
Let it be Known
I am the guy
People come to
When shit hits the fan
I am the guy
Whose shoulders
Are flooded by peoples tears
I am the guy
Who makes sure
You get home safe
Even though this is
Technically
A one night stand
I am the guy
Who calls you
When he likes you
I am the guy
Who listens whilst
The world ignores you
But please
Don't think that
I am gullible
This isn't the story
Of a nice guys
Frustrations
This is me just saying
That I...
People come to
When shit hits the fan
I am the guy
Whose shoulders
Are flooded by peoples tears
I am the guy
Who makes sure
You get home safe
Even though this is
Technically
A one night stand
I am the guy
Who calls you
When he likes you
I am the guy
Who listens whilst
The world ignores you
But please
Don't think that
I am gullible
This isn't the story
Of a nice guys
Frustrations
This is me just saying
That I...
#love
#kindness
#identity
#God
#confessional
40 reads
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Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
8th Sep 2019 2:29pm
8th Sep 2019 2:29pm
head of young man in detail (third movement)
9 [coax of the soul multisensorial]
all the contradictory data ,
i want you to know
that everything about me is capricious
the worst and most pretentious,
sappy, sloppy, dumb , INDULGENT,
i will make myself
as much a fly, a flea,
a bedbug, a woodpecker's drumming,
a latticwork of serpents...
- and by the way, ...
all the contradictory data ,
i want you to know
that everything about me is capricious
the worst and most pretentious,
sappy, sloppy, dumb , INDULGENT,
i will make myself
as much a fly, a flea,
a bedbug, a woodpecker's drumming,
a latticwork of serpents...
- and by the way, ...
#narrative
#confessional
#philosophical
#nonfiction
#StreamOfConsciousness
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2 Comments
Tenderloin
Poem Published
7th Sep 2019 6:03pm
7th Sep 2019 6:03pm
Immediacy
Who shall surrender
to the thrust
of my swollen ambition?
You need to be filled
don't you?
Basting me
in the conjured sweetness
to act without reason
Guiding me
in the shared corruption
of this entangled state
Wedge me in the gape
that has begun to stir
that fever of forbidden instinct
Now that we have crossed that line,
it is unavoidable.
to the thrust
of my swollen ambition?
You need to be filled
don't you?
Basting me
in the conjured sweetness
to act without reason
Guiding me
in the shared corruption
of this entangled state
Wedge me in the gape
that has begun to stir
that fever of forbidden instinct
Now that we have crossed that line,
it is unavoidable.
#lust
#confessional
173 reads
9 Comments
Simon_III_Msibi
Mandla Msibi
Mandla Msibi
Poem Published
4th Sep 2019 7:44am
4th Sep 2019 7:44am
Hope Lost. Hope Regained.
I have been avoiding
Some demons
Demons that keep reminding
me of what could've been
They keep reminding
me of my failures
They keep trying
to use doubt as a weapon
They keep trying
to take away my dreams
What I am learning
is that repression
is a prison of its own,
so I have decided to
look each of them eye to eye
To have a conversation
with each one and
understand where
they are coming from
You see these demons
are my own thoughts
I have ignored them
for...
Some demons
Demons that keep reminding
me of what could've been
They keep reminding
me of my failures
They keep trying
to use doubt as a weapon
They keep trying
to take away my dreams
What I am learning
is that repression
is a prison of its own,
so I have decided to
look each of them eye to eye
To have a conversation
with each one and
understand where
they are coming from
You see these demons
are my own thoughts
I have ignored them
for...
#love
#hope
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#meditation
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Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
1st Sep 2019 2:28am
1st Sep 2019 2:28am
Putrefactive
internal
external
eternal
…………..
terminal
habitual
indolence
for me
bacterial slush
infecting my ink
attempting
to purge
i may be (maybe)
filtering my
(red) read & blue
spirit (purple)
to a hard watered
down translucence
oooooooooooze
……….
external
eternal
…………..
terminal
habitual
indolence
for me
bacterial slush
infecting my ink
attempting
to purge
i may be (maybe)
filtering my
(red) read & blue
spirit (purple)
to a hard watered
down translucence
oooooooooooze
……….
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself #WritingPoetry
#myself #WritingPoetry
62 reads
12 Comments
LostGirl18
Poem Published
31st Aug 2019 4:59pm
31st Aug 2019 4:59pm
A stark observation.
Miss you my dear!
You are so fun to hang out with!
Sometimes I’m concerned about you...
I really hope you’re taking care of yourself.
I know you’ve been through a lot in life...
You’re a beautiful, special person!
Do not forget that, LostGirl.
..I awake to these messages.
It feels like they do not trust me alone.
It feels like suicide watch.
You are so fun to hang out with!
Sometimes I’m concerned about you...
I really hope you’re taking care of yourself.
I know you’ve been through a lot in life...
You’re a beautiful, special person!
Do not forget that, LostGirl.
..I awake to these messages.
It feels like they do not trust me alone.
It feels like suicide watch.
#confessional
163 reads
26 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
31st Aug 2019 3:02pm
31st Aug 2019 3:02pm
Do This
in Remembrance of Me
1.
I still don't know
what took me so long
to understand why
2.
I remember it like yesterday—
Eucharist; eschewing
processed wafers
for freshly baked bread;
I was so proud of myself—
it's golden skin perfect
When the service ended
I was presented the remains—
that leftover body of Christ
without any instructions
Freezing didn't seem...
1.
I still don't know
what took me so long
to understand why
2.
I remember it like yesterday—
Eucharist; eschewing
processed wafers
for freshly baked bread;
I was so proud of myself—
it's golden skin perfect
When the service ended
I was presented the remains—
that leftover body of Christ
without any instructions
Freezing didn't seem...
#religion
#peace
#confessional
#learning
#wisdom
200 reads
32 Comments
Syd
False Sense
False Sense
Poem Published
30th Aug 2019 5:36pm
30th Aug 2019 5:36pm
The Beautiful Pharmaceutical (Parts 1&2)
#identity
#confessional
#SelfReflection
34 reads
4 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
29th Aug 2019 2:39am
29th Aug 2019 2:39am
The Awful Rowing (Toward God)
Perhaps God is only a deep voice
heard by the deaf,
I do not know'
-Anne Sexton
Where is God, what sun, what moon
towed the misogyny
to leave me here in his blood?
The far off island of blinking starlight
winks and carries me off:
I am floating, I am rowing.
Seeking, I am always seeking;
such tedious labor to play this game.
He is receding as I push on to his
island in the sun
inhaling its fishy, sour sobriety.
My skin is removed of its endurance,
I am raw, blistered in the...
heard by the deaf,
I do not know'
-Anne Sexton
Where is God, what sun, what moon
towed the misogyny
to leave me here in his blood?
The far off island of blinking starlight
winks and carries me off:
I am floating, I am rowing.
Seeking, I am always seeking;
such tedious labor to play this game.
He is receding as I push on to his
island in the sun
inhaling its fishy, sour sobriety.
My skin is removed of its endurance,
I am raw, blistered in the...
#death
#God
#confessional #AnneSexton
#confessional #AnneSexton
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8 Comments
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