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.
Nari
Spellbound
Spellbound
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:41pm
Yesterday 5:41pm
Monster
If we don’t catch
Ourselves
Sometimes
We become a
Monster: Miscreation:
Abnormality
Sleeping
With one eye
Open
Always
Ready to
Hone in on
Disturbance;
Lurking for it to
Humor,
Devour or
Indulge but mostly
Pounce on-
Relatively
Minor
Inconveniences
Such as
Significantly less
Lip balm in
Tubes,
Perfume samples
Not filled all the way
To the top or
The occasional ...
Ourselves
Sometimes
We become a
Monster: Miscreation:
Abnormality
Sleeping
With one eye
Open
Always
Ready to
Hone in on
Disturbance;
Lurking for it to
Humor,
Devour or
Indulge but mostly
Pounce on-
Relatively
Minor
Inconveniences
Such as
Significantly less
Lip balm in
Tubes,
Perfume samples
Not filled all the way
To the top or
The occasional ...
#conflict
#spiritual
#confessional
#redemption
#philosophical
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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:35pm
Yesterday 1:35pm
Libellule
Even your name is
playful
tumbles off my tongue
with such a barrel rolling joy
As you rise aloft
skirt
skim along swift
above still dark water
Wide eyed
with a soft heart
beginning always
where i fear to start
Greeting me thusly
with your buzzing song
i hum along
again in resonance
Please carry me away
to the end of the day
on silky wings
those most divine things
playful
tumbles off my tongue
with such a barrel rolling joy
As you rise aloft
skirt
skim along swift
above still dark water
Wide eyed
with a soft heart
beginning always
where i fear to start
Greeting me thusly
with your buzzing song
i hum along
again in resonance
Please carry me away
to the end of the day
on silky wings
those most divine things
#nature
#confessional
51 reads
11 Comments
Naajir
Poem Published
20th Jan 2019 5:07am
20th Jan 2019 5:07am
Factz
i'm a simple man
with a jagged mind and a
raging libido
deal with it
with a jagged mind and a
raging libido
deal with it
#confessional
#honesty
94 reads
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
18th Jan 2019 10:50pm
18th Jan 2019 10:50pm
All She Carried
Funny how she
waded
into every singled day
till the pinking sun did set
Carrying in her ruck
things she gave a fuck
about
or was too scared to leave
A dozen eggs' shells
to spread before her feet
that one special dance
still left undanced
A folded list of faded names
hers and his and theirs
tattooed around her heart
unable to restart
These razored old blades
cavalcades
rusted red
where she bled
waded
into every singled day
till the pinking sun did set
Carrying in her ruck
things she gave a fuck
about
or was too scared to leave
A dozen eggs' shells
to spread before her feet
that one special dance
still left undanced
A folded list of faded names
hers and his and theirs
tattooed around her heart
unable to restart
These razored old blades
cavalcades
rusted red
where she bled
#confessional
#SelfReflection
102 reads
22 Comments
AcidCrow
Poem Published
18th Jan 2019 8:09pm
18th Jan 2019 8:09pm
A never sent letter
I dont know If you care but I'm sorry. I dont know If I will ever hear from you but I hope you are free from the leech that took away your freedom. I dont know, maybe I really did ruin your life, I wish we had never met. I'm sorry If you cared... I might had broken something that was already in pain.
I have been in some dark situations that reflected in your words of confession
You are not the first, nor last, and even I am not better than you, but I could not risk go there again, I couldnt risk to trust you.
I wish you really didn't say all that shit about me, I wish she was...
I have been in some dark situations that reflected in your words of confession
You are not the first, nor last, and even I am not better than you, but I could not risk go there again, I couldnt risk to trust you.
I wish you really didn't say all that shit about me, I wish she was...
#confessional
26 reads
SortaTherapeutic
Poem Published
17th Jan 2019 7:10am
17th Jan 2019 7:10am
Cover of night
In the dark,
I bare my soul,
without witness to my plight.
No man,
nor beast,
will ever keep
secrets better
than the night.
I bare my soul,
without witness to my plight.
No man,
nor beast,
will ever keep
secrets better
than the night.
#confessional
24 reads
0 Comments
samael
Poem Published
16th Jan 2019 9:01pm
16th Jan 2019 9:01pm
Marcel Proust- Questionnaire:
Here’s a part of Proust Questionnaire:
__1.__If you could be someone else, who would you like to be? – water, landowner in Heiskell,TN, samurai, Pokemon trainer, dhamphir vampire, lover in your pocket.
__2.__What is your idea of perfect happiness? – a home with a loving family, or perfectly alone to read into insanity.
__3.__What is your greatest fear? – not being loved & remembered, not being able to be open up about how I feel;i live my fear everyday.
__4.__When and where were you the happiest? – childhood, Norris,TN
__5.__What is...
__1.__If you could be someone else, who would you like to be? – water, landowner in Heiskell,TN, samurai, Pokemon trainer, dhamphir vampire, lover in your pocket.
__2.__What is your idea of perfect happiness? – a home with a loving family, or perfectly alone to read into insanity.
__3.__What is your greatest fear? – not being loved & remembered, not being able to be open up about how I feel;i live my fear everyday.
__4.__When and where were you the happiest? – childhood, Norris,TN
__5.__What is...
#confessional
#myself
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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
15th Jan 2019 10:27pm
15th Jan 2019 10:27pm
Rituel Poétique
It's how I spend them
these afternoons it seems
such poetic dreams
all alone with my self
Pink bean bag chair
lazy scrunchied ponytail
warm licorice tea
my sharpest graphite
A new tome of poems
cracked open
spilling out its
lyrical wonders
While I sit and whisper
each plump word
so its heard
by only me
Feverish pencil scratches
broad underlines
then quicksilver dashes
a constellation of stars
these afternoons it seems
such poetic dreams
all alone with my self
Pink bean bag chair
lazy scrunchied ponytail
warm licorice tea
my sharpest graphite
A new tome of poems
cracked open
spilling out its
lyrical wonders
While I sit and whisper
each plump word
so its heard
by only me
Feverish pencil scratches
broad underlines
then quicksilver dashes
a constellation of stars
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
95 reads
33 Comments
Idontgiveafk
Poem Published
15th Jan 2019 2:57pm
15th Jan 2019 2:57pm
Going for it.
I don't know what to do
I've got her on my mind
Should I bring it up too
not trying to break the bind
She's amazing
The perfect ten
got me 420 blazing
without the blend
She's got me under her spell
It's like she's ringing a bell
Calling me to her
it's a mix I want to stir
I'm going to go for it
even if it's for a bit
It's a common story
it might end with my bury
But it's worth it
I've got her on my mind
Should I bring it up too
not trying to break the bind
She's amazing
The perfect ten
got me 420 blazing
without the blend
She's got me under her spell
It's like she's ringing a bell
Calling me to her
it's a mix I want to stir
I'm going to go for it
even if it's for a bit
It's a common story
it might end with my bury
But it's worth it
#love
#confessional
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Rjm
Poem Published
14th Jan 2019 6:19pm
14th Jan 2019 6:19pm
Writing
Thoughts of you
Filling my head
Fuelling my passion
Length in my hand
Feeling it’s weight
Gripping firm
I start teasing
My movements slow
As I start
Motion builds
As my excitement grows
At what I do
Hand moving faster
And faster
Frantic in need
Eyes almost closed
Lips parted
As the moment comes
My final release
My satisfaction
My completed art
I take in the sight
Of all this ink
That scrawls my page.
Filling my head
Fuelling my passion
Length in my hand
Feeling it’s weight
Gripping firm
I start teasing
My movements slow
As I start
Motion builds
As my excitement grows
At what I do
Hand moving faster
And faster
Frantic in need
Eyes almost closed
Lips parted
As the moment comes
My final release
My satisfaction
My completed art
I take in the sight
Of all this ink
That scrawls my page.
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #dirty
#WritingPoetry #dirty
151 reads
13 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
14th Jan 2019 2:28pm
14th Jan 2019 2:28pm
Your Pretty Little Mystery
Hate to admit it
but I adore being
thus
oh so mysterious
Leaving you there
deeply vexed
try to decipher ...
figure me all out
As if I am only
another novel book
penned by some Christie
meant to be read then reshelved
Still ... I do leave you
all the clues
soft poetic hues
to aid in your sleuthing
While all the while
draped in a smile
as I so savor
your longing pursuit
but I adore being
thus
oh so mysterious
Leaving you there
deeply vexed
try to decipher ...
figure me all out
As if I am only
another novel book
penned by some Christie
meant to be read then reshelved
Still ... I do leave you
all the clues
soft poetic hues
to aid in your sleuthing
While all the while
draped in a smile
as I so savor
your longing pursuit
#confessional
#crush
86 reads
14 Comments
witchlove
tate solas
tate solas
Poem Published
13th Jan 2019 7:47pm
13th Jan 2019 7:47pm
*untitled
my pain, it grows quickly though you wouldn’t notice,
i hide it like ninja, it beams like the solstice
my hands, they are stronger than cables and wires
i climb and i crawl and i sweat to get higher
my only goal is to survive, i will not appear weaker
i will rise, hide my fall, i’m a lover, a seeker.
i look for bright things in dark people
with the sunrise, i wake
and in the happiest places,
i‘ll always find hate.
i find negatives in numbers
the moon, my sunshine
time runs out quickly,
as i age like fine wine....
i hide it like ninja, it beams like the solstice
my hands, they are stronger than cables and wires
i climb and i crawl and i sweat to get higher
my only goal is to survive, i will not appear weaker
i will rise, hide my fall, i’m a lover, a seeker.
i look for bright things in dark people
with the sunrise, i wake
and in the happiest places,
i‘ll always find hate.
i find negatives in numbers
the moon, my sunshine
time runs out quickly,
as i age like fine wine....
#confessional
27 reads
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