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.
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:20pm
Yesterday 8:20pm
I tried to Kill the Absolute Sword
Today is a Day of Remembrance,
of Utter Respect for the Ways,
I believe in your Ascendance,
but I show the opposite, for it prevails.
So sorry, I always repeat it,
yet I fall in the trap... again and again...
the Plan of God's perfectly knitted,
clouds sewn to the Cosmic matter... I deign.
I always fail to meet the expectations
that prove oneself to be worthy of trust...
Is it for my ungrateful lack of patience
that I distort the facts, or it's bad lust?
I look up in the sky and I hear
"Om Namaste Om Namaste...
of Utter Respect for the Ways,
I believe in your Ascendance,
but I show the opposite, for it prevails.
So sorry, I always repeat it,
yet I fall in the trap... again and again...
the Plan of God's perfectly knitted,
clouds sewn to the Cosmic matter... I deign.
I always fail to meet the expectations
that prove oneself to be worthy of trust...
Is it for my ungrateful lack of patience
that I distort the facts, or it's bad lust?
I look up in the sky and I hear
"Om Namaste Om Namaste...
#anger
#ImSorry
#confessional
#revenge
#SelfDiscovery
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:00pm
Yesterday 4:00pm
Cold Burn
In retrospect many love songs tend to have a different meaning
Only after some time has passed
I guess the older we get we wake up from the dreaming
As if awakening from a spell once cast
Years later we begin to understand ourselves a little better
Seeing where and how things went wrong
Comprehending the significance of each poem, text or letter
Realizing why we were so headstrong
Oh how the days of eternal youth flew by like the blink of an eye
When relationships were beat and broken
In the cold burn we learn to deal and heal and...
Only after some time has passed
I guess the older we get we wake up from the dreaming
As if awakening from a spell once cast
Years later we begin to understand ourselves a little better
Seeing where and how things went wrong
Comprehending the significance of each poem, text or letter
Realizing why we were so headstrong
Oh how the days of eternal youth flew by like the blink of an eye
When relationships were beat and broken
In the cold burn we learn to deal and heal and...
#heartbroken
#breakup
#music
#confessional
#NaPoWriMo2021
17 reads
2 Comments
NewBeginnings
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:18pm
Yesterday 1:18pm
Metamorphosis
In the mirror of my mind,
It's becoming ever clearer;
As I reflect upon these thoughts,
Which I fought so hard to form:
My brain's a perfect storm—
When the rains comes rolling in,
The thunder and the lightning,
Are sometimes rather frightenin'.
But I will keep on fighting—
And I'm not giving in;
This storm will pass into the past,
And the sun will shine (its light) again.
From the ashes I will rise,
Like a pheonix, to the skies;
And best believe it when I say,
That I will seize the day.
...
It's becoming ever clearer;
As I reflect upon these thoughts,
Which I fought so hard to form:
My brain's a perfect storm—
When the rains comes rolling in,
The thunder and the lightning,
Are sometimes rather frightenin'.
But I will keep on fighting—
And I'm not giving in;
This storm will pass into the past,
And the sun will shine (its light) again.
From the ashes I will rise,
Like a pheonix, to the skies;
And best believe it when I say,
That I will seize the day.
...
#anxiety
#depression
#hope
#confessional
#SelfReflection
46 reads
15 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
11th Apr 2021 7:11am
11th Apr 2021 7:11am
Stand with Me
Drink whiskey from my lips
Northern man
I walk lonely
Watching you approach
In the darkness of night
Between the High Line
Down to my line
Solitary
Without purpose
Until you
Stand with me ....
Northern man
I walk lonely
Watching you approach
In the darkness of night
Between the High Line
Down to my line
Solitary
Without purpose
Until you
Stand with me ....
#relationships
#confessional
#lover #LifeAsAWriter
#lover #LifeAsAWriter
39 reads
18 Comments
Deepblue
Lexi M
Lexi M
Poem Published
10th Apr 2021 6:55am
10th Apr 2021 6:55am
Restoration
Midnight comes, silence crawls
The darkness grows within
I have come so far this time
To witness my own sin
I don't regret and I won't forget
The mistakes that I have made
But you must join in my penance
I don't deserve this shade.
I have my faults, they are many
I don't profess to be
The least of all the fools
But now I can set you free
The darkness grows within
I have come so far this time
To witness my own sin
I don't regret and I won't forget
The mistakes that I have made
But you must join in my penance
I don't deserve this shade.
I have my faults, they are many
I don't profess to be
The least of all the fools
But now I can set you free
#confessional
#choices
32 reads
13 Comments
Sageofsongs
Poem Published
9th Apr 2021 5:32pm
9th Apr 2021 5:32pm
Interrupted
So I woke up in the mood
It was just one of those mornings
I finally got a day off
And I guess my body had tension to release
Well I ignored it
I'm usually an early bird
Yet today I just wanted to
stay in the covers.
Despite this
I willed myself out of bed,
you'd swear I had somewhere to go
Now the late morning had rolled over
And boy did I really feel it this time
My mind was seriously pacing
I just couldn't ignore it any more
I guess today was service day and
You can guess what...
It was just one of those mornings
I finally got a day off
And I guess my body had tension to release
Well I ignored it
I'm usually an early bird
Yet today I just wanted to
stay in the covers.
Despite this
I willed myself out of bed,
you'd swear I had somewhere to go
Now the late morning had rolled over
And boy did I really feel it this time
My mind was seriously pacing
I just couldn't ignore it any more
I guess today was service day and
You can guess what...
#narrative
#confessional
#SelfWorth
67 reads
6 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
9th Apr 2021 4:43am
9th Apr 2021 4:43am
Just Give me the Bills and your Lavender Panties
I'll bet you want to know whose panties
Keep it in your pants Boss
When it's time for you to know you will
Don't hold your breath son
This night train ain't blown that whistle yet
Greenland to Iceland to Ireland
UK all the way babe
Late breakfasts after sin and whiskey tours
Falling in love with blinders on
I'm singing your song and nobodies out of tune
Whirlwind
Back to the states red eye
Don't ask me why
Lost in your libation and peppermint thrills
Just give me the bills and your lavender panties...
Keep it in your pants Boss
When it's time for you to know you will
Don't hold your breath son
This night train ain't blown that whistle yet
Greenland to Iceland to Ireland
UK all the way babe
Late breakfasts after sin and whiskey tours
Falling in love with blinders on
I'm singing your song and nobodies out of tune
Whirlwind
Back to the states red eye
Don't ask me why
Lost in your libation and peppermint thrills
Just give me the bills and your lavender panties...
#confessional
#FallingInLove
#travel
52 reads
14 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
6th Apr 2021 7:59pm
6th Apr 2021 7:59pm
It’s a zen thing, i think
It’s a zen thing, i think
Personally speaking or
saying something
on a personal
personable
level
my
equanimity
my
eccentricity
my
steadfast
radical
existence,
acceptance
of
&
of
knowing
nothing
everyday
before & after
sunrise & dusk
zazen
I want to take
nothing
&
everything
sew / so
personally
Personally speaking or
saying something
on a personal
personable
level
my
equanimity
my
eccentricity
my
steadfast
radical
existence,
acceptance
of
&
of
knowing
nothing
everyday
before & after
sunrise & dusk
zazen
I want to take
nothing
&
everything
sew / so
personally
#Buddhist
#confessional
#myself #meditation
#myself #meditation
49 reads
6 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
5th Apr 2021 7:48pm
5th Apr 2021 7:48pm
Sensory
Where we go
To escape the noise
The room
The work must be done
So pleasure can take hold
Lovers on the edge
Sensory
To escape the noise
The room
The work must be done
So pleasure can take hold
Lovers on the edge
Sensory
#love
#courage
#BDSM #confessional
#BDSM #confessional
60 reads
10 Comments
MgAl
Poem Published
5th Apr 2021 5:04pm
5th Apr 2021 5:04pm
I am of you
I am of you,
but I am not you.
For everything I am,
I have worked tirelessly,
through ache and wear,
scream and teardrop,
blood and salt,
conflict and consequence,
to be everything you are not.
I watch you as you are,
I witness Your Way,
and I desire not,
with burning ardor,
to be as what I see.
I am of you,
but I am not you.
- MgAl
but I am not you.
For everything I am,
I have worked tirelessly,
through ache and wear,
scream and teardrop,
blood and salt,
conflict and consequence,
to be everything you are not.
I watch you as you are,
I witness Your Way,
and I desire not,
with burning ardor,
to be as what I see.
I am of you,
but I am not you.
- MgAl
#mother
#father
#family
#identity
#confessional
27 reads
5 Comments
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
5th Apr 2021 4:24pm
5th Apr 2021 4:24pm
Imagining footsteps on the literary path
If I had but enough time,
free of worries,
maybe I could write
in depth to rival or surpass Tolkein.
But that may just be a fantasy;
maybe fate and time will tell.
For I can blather on
with these tales in my head,
yet not put down anywhere,
unless I force myself;
but unreleased,
not for fear of failure
but human laziness
and futilely chasing perfection
while the Muse flits from my side,
so that at day's end
the work is still undone
and I am undone by the banal work and job.
Yet I...
free of worries,
maybe I could write
in depth to rival or surpass Tolkein.
But that may just be a fantasy;
maybe fate and time will tell.
For I can blather on
with these tales in my head,
yet not put down anywhere,
unless I force myself;
but unreleased,
not for fear of failure
but human laziness
and futilely chasing perfection
while the Muse flits from my side,
so that at day's end
the work is still undone
and I am undone by the banal work and job.
Yet I...
#dreams
#confessional
#WritersBlock
29 reads
5 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Poem Published
5th Apr 2021 8:25am
5th Apr 2021 8:25am
25th Birthday
Promises held in a mouth
Thousands of perfectly rounded pieces
Spilling out of those open lips
Waterfalls from sharp teeth
Silent screaming the name
As the hourglass fills
One more cycle around the sun
Happy birthday girl
Thousands of perfectly rounded pieces
Spilling out of those open lips
Waterfalls from sharp teeth
Silent screaming the name
As the hourglass fills
One more cycle around the sun
Happy birthday girl
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#myself #PTSD
#myself #PTSD
25 reads
5 Comments
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