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.
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Bumped 1st Apr 2020 00:31am
29th Apr 2019 7:57am
29th Apr 2019 7:57am
(my) vociferation
(my) vociferation
(Twenty-Nine of 30 -- Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2019)
Throughout every day of being, living
words I use unaware of the damage
they can do, have done. . .
However,
we carry on
blindly tossing out syllable after
syllable with unseen accuracies
piercing hearts and souls
often, never being made aware.
Is it our pride that causes us to
not notice the carnage our biting
words leave in their wake?
A battlefield of love, laughter, tears
all silenced crumpled bodies
already...
(Twenty-Nine of 30 -- Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2019)
Throughout every day of being, living
words I use unaware of the damage
they can do, have done. . .
However,
we carry on
blindly tossing out syllable after
syllable with unseen accuracies
piercing hearts and souls
often, never being made aware.
Is it our pride that causes us to
not notice the carnage our biting
words leave in their wake?
A battlefield of love, laughter, tears
all silenced crumpled bodies
already...
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#humankind
#NaPoWriMo2019
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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katyusha
katyusha
Poem Published
27th Mar 2020 10:43pm
27th Mar 2020 10:43pm
autumnal miscellany {&} minutiae i ~ i think this was meant to be erotica but it's f**k'd now
iii} i think i know where this is going but can never be sure;
i am just a conduit, adrift in half form'd thoughts_ buri'd with the bones ov words & trying to exhale flesh...
mayhap you might show me where it all leads:
mir'd in this schism ov uninspir'd, artless breath
whistling thru the skeletal structures/strictures from which i
have swung
by the noose ov my arteries_ a bleeding mass ov heart {&} cunt
suffocating in the grip
ov everything i pretend not to feel
{ii} at my exhumation, when i am wrapped warm in the tatters ov...
i am just a conduit, adrift in half form'd thoughts_ buri'd with the bones ov words & trying to exhale flesh...
mayhap you might show me where it all leads:
mir'd in this schism ov uninspir'd, artless breath
whistling thru the skeletal structures/strictures from which i
have swung
by the noose ov my arteries_ a bleeding mass ov heart {&} cunt
suffocating in the grip
ov everything i pretend not to feel
{ii} at my exhumation, when i am wrapped warm in the tatters ov...
#confessional
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katyusha
katyusha
Poem Published
26th Mar 2020 6:25pm
26th Mar 2020 6:25pm
just testing my pen
iii}
press'd twixt cheek & tongue, two syllables
hammer'd into soft tissue
an orchid-sweet confession ov bone [&] sinew
rasping pores, the glide ov saline pearls
in the slivers where light pools & is swallow'd as hills fall
surge in angst
collapse as spun glass paroxysms
{ii}
the violent storm ov pupil inhaling iris_ devouring lash & skin
unbuttoning ribs
until my faberge heart shatters, needles my insides
your fingertips
that breathless space between my nothingness
& the warmth ov your...
press'd twixt cheek & tongue, two syllables
hammer'd into soft tissue
an orchid-sweet confession ov bone [&] sinew
rasping pores, the glide ov saline pearls
in the slivers where light pools & is swallow'd as hills fall
surge in angst
collapse as spun glass paroxysms
{ii}
the violent storm ov pupil inhaling iris_ devouring lash & skin
unbuttoning ribs
until my faberge heart shatters, needles my insides
your fingertips
that breathless space between my nothingness
& the warmth ov your...
#confessional
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Simon_III_Msibi
Mandla Msibi
Mandla Msibi
Poem Published
25th Mar 2020 3:38pm
25th Mar 2020 3:38pm
What it feels like to be seen
Right there in silence or in conversation
You look at them and notice something
You notice something that makes you feel uncomfortable
This discomfort is the result of someone looking at you in a way that just pierces your soul.
In that moment you feel naked
You feel bare as you realise that this person can tell that you have a lot that you have been baring.
In that moment you feel vulnerable
You feel like building walls
Yet you realise that won't matter
Because this person is already in
They've already looked at you
And have...
You look at them and notice something
You notice something that makes you feel uncomfortable
This discomfort is the result of someone looking at you in a way that just pierces your soul.
In that moment you feel naked
You feel bare as you realise that this person can tell that you have a lot that you have been baring.
In that moment you feel vulnerable
You feel like building walls
Yet you realise that won't matter
Because this person is already in
They've already looked at you
And have...
#love
#God
#confessional
#lover
#SelfReflection
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Inkerpoet
Poem Published
25th Mar 2020 5:05am
25th Mar 2020 5:05am
WITHOUT THEM HUMANITY CANNOT SURVIVE
another glass and I am pouncing forward
towards heaven and away from you.
I'd once looked for your eyes
in street puddles
and women without morals
just bloated cunts
and dollar signs for eyes.
you were always in my mind.
you was like gold in the skies
and when the clouds protruded
like the eyes of god
I still could not reach you.
so i began woolgathering
and running out
into the mystic night,
running toward the bars
toward the transit,
toward a cold fate of indifference
to...
towards heaven and away from you.
I'd once looked for your eyes
in street puddles
and women without morals
just bloated cunts
and dollar signs for eyes.
you were always in my mind.
you was like gold in the skies
and when the clouds protruded
like the eyes of god
I still could not reach you.
so i began woolgathering
and running out
into the mystic night,
running toward the bars
toward the transit,
toward a cold fate of indifference
to...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife #LifeCycle
#TruthOfLife #LifeCycle
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Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2020 2:49am
23rd Mar 2020 2:49am
Self Worth and Salvation: The Dark Side of Service
Loneliness is permeating my skeleton
Closer to my loved ones than I've ever been
So why do I perceive a disconnect?
The weight of the collective
Is packed in between my ribs
I feel as if
I could burst at any second
Their anxieties
like a thousand cuts
but no one is here
To refill my cup
My giving
Falls on deaf ears
I ask "how can I help"
but it's like no one hears
I'm so selfish
Begging for validation
I want to be your salvation
It justifies my amalgamation
I wish you...
Closer to my loved ones than I've ever been
So why do I perceive a disconnect?
The weight of the collective
Is packed in between my ribs
I feel as if
I could burst at any second
Their anxieties
like a thousand cuts
but no one is here
To refill my cup
My giving
Falls on deaf ears
I ask "how can I help"
but it's like no one hears
I'm so selfish
Begging for validation
I want to be your salvation
It justifies my amalgamation
I wish you...
#identity
#confessional
#myself
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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Lord_Raven
Poem Published
21st Mar 2020 11:39am
21st Mar 2020 11:39am
The Unkindness
I am constantly depressed
there's no one I try to impress
I feel so naked like a salad not dressed.
Like the air in a balloon my feelings are compressed .
My life seems so dim , cause I am constantly internally like a silencer suppressed.
I am constantly collapsing my world around me
Sometimes I just want to end my life Cause it's not worth living to me ,
but you won't get it.
You are so human your brain is wired so hard to begin comprehend or fatham it.
I'm a messed up little person who refuses to exist .
Invisible to the naked eye...
there's no one I try to impress
I feel so naked like a salad not dressed.
Like the air in a balloon my feelings are compressed .
My life seems so dim , cause I am constantly internally like a silencer suppressed.
I am constantly collapsing my world around me
Sometimes I just want to end my life Cause it's not worth living to me ,
but you won't get it.
You are so human your brain is wired so hard to begin comprehend or fatham it.
I'm a messed up little person who refuses to exist .
Invisible to the naked eye...
#depression
#confessional
#myself
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
20th Mar 2020 4:06am
20th Mar 2020 4:06am
Secrets Revealed...Kind Of
I’m a walking riddle hiding amidst verses gone unnoticed,
Keeping meaningless age old secrets in an empty box,
And in the middle of these overlooked compositions,
I’ve revealed the truth but concealed it in a paradox.
I’ve expressed myself with the angst of a thousand years,
Cried tears that tried to tear and split my soul in half,
And the words poured like poor jeers falling on deaf ears,
So I hid amid lines and rhymes that will make you laugh.
But I like to capture the moment, despite of the torment,
This poetry is a diary destined to eventually...
Keeping meaningless age old secrets in an empty box,
And in the middle of these overlooked compositions,
I’ve revealed the truth but concealed it in a paradox.
I’ve expressed myself with the angst of a thousand years,
Cried tears that tried to tear and split my soul in half,
And the words poured like poor jeers falling on deaf ears,
So I hid amid lines and rhymes that will make you laugh.
But I like to capture the moment, despite of the torment,
This poetry is a diary destined to eventually...
#confessional
#myself
#SelfReflection #mystery
#SelfReflection #mystery
56 reads
4 Comments
Stoney223
Poem Published
18th Mar 2020 5:01pm
18th Mar 2020 5:01pm
HER TRUE SELF
They say if one wants to truly learn to understand oneself, you must first remove the blinders from your eyes as you remove all train of those thoughts of what, you use to think and feel and believe of thyself in your mind. For you must remove the layers upon layers of the hurt, along with the pain that dwells deep within the depth of your soul and heart, and forgive thyself as you forgive them too, for what is the point to always carry those burdens with you for its time to let go. For dont you want and need your spiritual soul to be free to roam the universe and the skies, for dont you...
#strength
#courage
#motivational
#inspirational
#confessional
90 reads
14 Comments
Hannah_Binkley
Poem Published
18th Mar 2020 4:41pm
18th Mar 2020 4:41pm
Practice
Wrists
my wrists hurt
Fingers
my fingers feel like they're going to bleed
The strings dig into my skin
the sound pierces my ears
I've been practicing for three hours
and it feels like it's been years
but it's still not in tune
I still miss the shift
the rhythm just isn't right
You say it sounds great
but all I can hear
is the critic in my head
saying that I skipped a rest
that my bow is shaky
that every single note is flat
that I shouldn't be where I am
that I don't deserve the chance
that I'll...
my wrists hurt
Fingers
my fingers feel like they're going to bleed
The strings dig into my skin
the sound pierces my ears
I've been practicing for three hours
and it feels like it's been years
but it's still not in tune
I still miss the shift
the rhythm just isn't right
You say it sounds great
but all I can hear
is the critic in my head
saying that I skipped a rest
that my bow is shaky
that every single note is flat
that I shouldn't be where I am
that I don't deserve the chance
that I'll...
#music
#confessional
#learning
#apathy
#responsibility
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MadameLavender
Poem Published
16th Mar 2020 4:02pm
16th Mar 2020 4:02pm
Impressions
I entertained thoughts
of unspoken emotions,
headiness
when we touched, and
I could not fathom
where I ended and you began.
Would you walk paths with me
where we could hang our moods
on branches
overlooking the graves?
Rebirth is in the air
and I thought it was just for the young—
Perhaps old hearts
can flow with blood
and love
again.
I would remove my shroud
to watch with you, as
Chronos drags down the sun
on another day, and
stars pop from their blackness
like...
of unspoken emotions,
headiness
when we touched, and
I could not fathom
where I ended and you began.
Would you walk paths with me
where we could hang our moods
on branches
overlooking the graves?
Rebirth is in the air
and I thought it was just for the young—
Perhaps old hearts
can flow with blood
and love
again.
I would remove my shroud
to watch with you, as
Chronos drags down the sun
on another day, and
stars pop from their blackness
like...
#love
#confessional
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
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5 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
16th Mar 2020 5:19am
16th Mar 2020 5:19am
Mementos in 3D
The marks are now barely noticeable,
Where the wounds and hurt once ran deep,
Like phantom limbs they carry a memory,
They tell story that could make anyone weep.
But those scars are not only reminders,
They’re also lessons that I learned to keep,
To value myself and understand true worth,
The errors I try to make sure I won’t repeat.
These souvenirs of wars gauged and waged,
Many of them lost at a cost too grave to count,
They linger on like ghosts of a forgotten time,
Beaten and broken from the deadly account.
Then...
Where the wounds and hurt once ran deep,
Like phantom limbs they carry a memory,
They tell story that could make anyone weep.
But those scars are not only reminders,
They’re also lessons that I learned to keep,
To value myself and understand true worth,
The errors I try to make sure I won’t repeat.
These souvenirs of wars gauged and waged,
Many of them lost at a cost too grave to count,
They linger on like ghosts of a forgotten time,
Beaten and broken from the deadly account.
Then...
#hope
#confessional
#SelfWorth
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5 Comments
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