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.
Eerie
Poem Published
19th Nov 2019 1:52am
19th Nov 2019 1:52am
The Ache of Self Containment
Tuck me into the neat folds of your
skin. Liquid cells gather
minute details of information; they cling
to the hardest parts of me.
Your hands, in the safest spaces,
gathered at ribs
below the pink tinge
of tissue. You let me ramble
in my measure...
...devoid of any plan.
But...{and this is the rabid conflagration
of devastation}...
...you peer inside these sawdust
eyes; dry films, each border lit
in vile neon; clicking one
empty cartridge after
the next. ...
skin. Liquid cells gather
minute details of information; they cling
to the hardest parts of me.
Your hands, in the safest spaces,
gathered at ribs
below the pink tinge
of tissue. You let me ramble
in my measure...
...devoid of any plan.
But...{and this is the rabid conflagration
of devastation}...
...you peer inside these sawdust
eyes; dry films, each border lit
in vile neon; clicking one
empty cartridge after
the next. ...
#confessional
42 reads
3 Comments
CArpeNoctem_
Poem Published
18th Nov 2019 4:45pm
18th Nov 2019 4:45pm
Unsown
Secrets
Unpronounceable
I've been
Deeper
Descended
Lost
Into
Sadistic
undefined environment
My secret
Escape
Unpronounceable
I've been
Deeper
Descended
Lost
Into
Sadistic
undefined environment
My secret
Escape
#identity
#confessional
#honesty
#SelfReflection
#acceptance
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_boybrains
Poem Published
18th Nov 2019 2:31pm
18th Nov 2019 2:31pm
Laundrette Excerpt.
I listen to her tumble
dryer heartbeat
spinning
her warm air—gently
kissing the hollows
of my cheeks,
detergents infuse
safely inside my
nostrils,
I think how
home .. became
an ice age
within a second.
dryer heartbeat
spinning
her warm air—gently
kissing the hollows
of my cheeks,
detergents infuse
safely inside my
nostrils,
I think how
home .. became
an ice age
within a second.
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#humankind
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_boybrains
Poem Published
17th Nov 2019 11:01pm
17th Nov 2019 11:01pm
Abbeywood Raid.
Do you think
i’ve forgotten about
two thousand and
one?
all those bobbies
hiding in shields
doing their bidding
in a noir torpedo—
night time as a
child drifting with
one eye open, batons
& dogs dripped from
my pores—
young bloods cradle
leanbh across the
threshold; their
feet butchered
with glass ...
soil crunching
with heavy
thuds,
wails & sirens
piercing the
winds ...
i’ve never ...
i’ve forgotten about
two thousand and
one?
all those bobbies
hiding in shields
doing their bidding
in a noir torpedo—
night time as a
child drifting with
one eye open, batons
& dogs dripped from
my pores—
young bloods cradle
leanbh across the
threshold; their
feet butchered
with glass ...
soil crunching
with heavy
thuds,
wails & sirens
piercing the
winds ...
i’ve never ...
#conflict
#confessional
#inequality
14 reads
wizkatfood
Poem Published
17th Nov 2019 8:39pm
17th Nov 2019 8:39pm
To be honest...
This is an entry on 17 nov. 2019 detailing what I do once I submit a poem on DU Poetry.
~
It has probably been over the 20th time that I’ve looked again at my new submission on DU.
I cannot help but think that it’s continuing to degrade me slowly on the inside every time I look at it.
Every time I submit something, there is a rush of excitement, perhaps from the satisfaction of expressing my emotions out there into the world. However, the adrenaline runs out pretty quickly, and soon enough, I’m drowning myself in a black hole of insecurity and...
~
It has probably been over the 20th time that I’ve looked again at my new submission on DU.
I cannot help but think that it’s continuing to degrade me slowly on the inside every time I look at it.
Every time I submit something, there is a rush of excitement, perhaps from the satisfaction of expressing my emotions out there into the world. However, the adrenaline runs out pretty quickly, and soon enough, I’m drowning myself in a black hole of insecurity and...
#confessional
#SelfReflection
17 reads
wallyroo92
Poem Published
17th Nov 2019 5:39am
17th Nov 2019 5:39am
He and I
He and I sometimes don’t see eye to eye,
The other side, my Gemini,
He who lacks restraint wants to take over me,
But it’s I who makes the logical decisions,
Regardless of the positions,
I’m the one in charge so he has to listen to me.
I and he sometimes go off on a limb,
My twin is a pseudonym,
Interchangeable when at times he lacks the guts,
It’s I who gives him the strength,
Close by at arms-length,
I have empowered him and yet he thinks I’m nuts.
He and I sometimes are like a mirror,
It...
The other side, my Gemini,
He who lacks restraint wants to take over me,
But it’s I who makes the logical decisions,
Regardless of the positions,
I’m the one in charge so he has to listen to me.
I and he sometimes go off on a limb,
My twin is a pseudonym,
Interchangeable when at times he lacks the guts,
It’s I who gives him the strength,
Close by at arms-length,
I have empowered him and yet he thinks I’m nuts.
He and I sometimes are like a mirror,
It...
#identity
#confessional
#SelfReflection
42 reads
7 Comments
_boybrains
Poem Published
15th Nov 2019 4:52pm
15th Nov 2019 4:52pm
Tato.
pass the bridge
of southern train
tracks— you’ll hear
echoes of bars &
bangles;
vastas with holes
bearing torches—
every moosh, mort,
del-engro, day &
dya.
of southern train
tracks— you’ll hear
echoes of bars &
bangles;
vastas with holes
bearing torches—
every moosh, mort,
del-engro, day &
dya.
#confessional
#PowerOfWords
#respect
#Britain
#minimalist
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Prometheus86
Justin
Justin
Poem Published
14th Nov 2019 4:56pm
14th Nov 2019 4:56pm
Purpose
I chase purpose and not paper
I drink bourbon without chaser
I curse like a sailor
Without a navigator
Keep a conscious mind
In a constant flux of lies
I grab a pen
And become Kylo Ren
Create wars inside of stars
To make them “great again”
I’m no Republican
I’m no Democrat
Just an independent vision
Trying to end corrupted rats
Some say I’m smart
Others think I’m crazy
It’s like we all work for nothing
But we also can’t be lazy
What’s the common man to do?
This is more than me and you
And...
I drink bourbon without chaser
I curse like a sailor
Without a navigator
Keep a conscious mind
In a constant flux of lies
I grab a pen
And become Kylo Ren
Create wars inside of stars
To make them “great again”
I’m no Republican
I’m no Democrat
Just an independent vision
Trying to end corrupted rats
Some say I’m smart
Others think I’m crazy
It’s like we all work for nothing
But we also can’t be lazy
What’s the common man to do?
This is more than me and you
And...
#confessional
#morality
26 reads
1 Comment
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
14th Nov 2019 8:40am
14th Nov 2019 8:40am
mortality
death has been lingering in my mind....
#death
#LifeStruggles
#confessional #myself
#confessional #myself
27 reads
Blackwolf
Poem Published
13th Nov 2019 10:18pm
13th Nov 2019 10:18pm
Grammar Mathematical
Old Grammar Mathematical
Had Her Fill Of Paying By Number
And Then Playing With Words
Or As Per Her Heritage And Age
Was It Playing By The Number
And Paying Then With Words
It Was The Answer Sill Unheard
The Riddle Right In The Middle
The No Hurry Just A Quandary
It Was Her Problem Unsolved
Around Which Her Mind Revolved
Her Poetic Dog Chasing It's Tale
Had Her Fill Of Paying By Number
And Then Playing With Words
Or As Per Her Heritage And Age
Was It Playing By The Number
And Paying Then With Words
It Was The Answer Sill Unheard
The Riddle Right In The Middle
The No Hurry Just A Quandary
It Was Her Problem Unsolved
Around Which Her Mind Revolved
Her Poetic Dog Chasing It's Tale
#motivational
#inspirational
#confessional
32 reads
4 Comments
_boybrains
Poem Published
13th Nov 2019 4:07am
13th Nov 2019 4:07am
go(d)
its four am
i’m perched
on top of
the van,
god is
slamming
his telephone
down ...
cunt.
i’m perched
on top of
the van,
god is
slamming
his telephone
down ...
cunt.
#confessional
#PowerOfWords
#minimalist
21 reads
10 Comments
_boybrains
Poem Published
13th Nov 2019 2:30am
13th Nov 2019 2:30am
Nicotine Nostalgia.
There’s something
remarkable about
nicotine stained
fingers,
sticking out with
no apology in
advance,
a set which dared to
bury themselves inside
the pockets of my
hipbones,
reading my skin in
braille without blinding
effects from the
exterior,
I think; how brave
& beautiful you
were.
remarkable about
nicotine stained
fingers,
sticking out with
no apology in
advance,
a set which dared to
bury themselves inside
the pockets of my
hipbones,
reading my skin in
braille without blinding
effects from the
exterior,
I think; how brave
& beautiful you
were.
#love
#confessional
#memories #respect
#memories #respect
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10 Comments
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