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.
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Renegade
I woke up today
looking in the mirror
all my eye could see
was tired wreckage,
not so much in age
or any other small
inconveniences
people usually
experience
so I listened;
hearing that
renegade ask:
is it enough
to carry on?
looking in the mirror
all my eye could see
was tired wreckage,
not so much in age
or any other small
inconveniences
people usually
experience
so I listened;
hearing that
renegade ask:
is it enough
to carry on?
#conflict
#confessional
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Mea Culpa
was it my fault?
what did i do?
i was so little
always felt his
anger, tangible
at the surface
as i got older
bits & pieces
were laid bare
on the news
i searched for
clarity, trying to
figure out who
this man is?
the only thing
i know osvaldo
was his name
given name
he's a bottler
a closed book
was he a victim
or a witness or
...an abuser?
my father who
once was a friar
whatever he's ...
what did i do?
i was so little
always felt his
anger, tangible
at the surface
as i got older
bits & pieces
were laid bare
on the news
i searched for
clarity, trying to
figure out who
this man is?
the only thing
i know osvaldo
was his name
given name
he's a bottler
a closed book
was he a victim
or a witness or
...an abuser?
my father who
once was a friar
whatever he's ...
#religion
#confessional
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Experiment
I am an abnormal creature without a sense of territory when it comes to experiment
You can rob my apartment
Come every day and look at my face
Even though I never invited you
I never gave you the key
You can remove my outer door
And touch my breast
And rape me
If that was for an experiment
Or art
I am that ubnormal creature
Without a sense of territory
Not like dogs
Or cats
Or humans
I must come from Saturn
You can rob my apartment
Come every day and look at my face
Even though I never invited you
I never gave you the key
You can remove my outer door
And touch my breast
And rape me
If that was for an experiment
Or art
I am that ubnormal creature
Without a sense of territory
Not like dogs
Or cats
Or humans
I must come from Saturn
#confessional
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My cousin
My cousin goes in a bar wrapps herself up
And wants to be the center of attention
She wants every guy to scream and moan at the sight of her face
I wan to sit in the corner of the room
Left alone
Untouched by anyone
Observe anyone as a ghost
I often think about that
Which of us is ubnormal
I think I am
And wants to be the center of attention
She wants every guy to scream and moan at the sight of her face
I wan to sit in the corner of the room
Left alone
Untouched by anyone
Observe anyone as a ghost
I often think about that
Which of us is ubnormal
I think I am
#confessional
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Pinnacle
i know i'm not
the only one
who carries
the weight
of failure
insecurity
shame &
frustrations
to never get
past the edge
of pleasure
to feel the
sensations
contractions
& afterglow
just for once
i want to know
what it feels like
to have the big O
the only one
who carries
the weight
of failure
insecurity
shame &
frustrations
to never get
past the edge
of pleasure
to feel the
sensations
contractions
& afterglow
just for once
i want to know
what it feels like
to have the big O
#confessional
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Ale for the Ail
Closing my eyes
as I savor this moment
with big gulps of treasure.
Pretty soon, my mind is buh-bye,
drowning the torment.
Looking forward to the pleasure.
Tilting the bottle
to get those drops of goodness
that I need in my life.
Emotions at full throttle,
I must confess
I am riddled with strife.
Looking for satisfaction
in this cylindrical phenomenon
where my worries are diminished.
I enjoy the distraction.
Yes, I am gone.
I need another; I am not finished.
as I savor this moment
with big gulps of treasure.
Pretty soon, my mind is buh-bye,
drowning the torment.
Looking forward to the pleasure.
Tilting the bottle
to get those drops of goodness
that I need in my life.
Emotions at full throttle,
I must confess
I am riddled with strife.
Looking for satisfaction
in this cylindrical phenomenon
where my worries are diminished.
I enjoy the distraction.
Yes, I am gone.
I need another; I am not finished.
#alcohol
#rhyming
#confessional
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A Bad Poem
If I wrote you a really bad poem
Would you be honest and tell me truth
As I explore different ways and forms
I want to be sure I’m making good use
Trying out new things to expand my mind
And eventually write you better verses
But you’ll notice that I’ll code my verses
Getting lost in the meaning of the poem
Even then you don’t really seem to mind
Because within the lines I conceal the truth
It’s true, my poetry is my journal put to use
As I explore different ways and forms
And when I’ve tried new ways and forms
I’ve...
Would you be honest and tell me truth
As I explore different ways and forms
I want to be sure I’m making good use
Trying out new things to expand my mind
And eventually write you better verses
But you’ll notice that I’ll code my verses
Getting lost in the meaning of the poem
Even then you don’t really seem to mind
Because within the lines I conceal the truth
It’s true, my poetry is my journal put to use
As I explore different ways and forms
And when I’ve tried new ways and forms
I’ve...
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2019
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Experiment
I want to be an experiment of myself
I want to observe myself on the cosmic scale
It is my lust
I am its bitch
But what if what I find there will disgust me to death
And it also tires me sometimes
I want to observe myself on the cosmic scale
It is my lust
I am its bitch
But what if what I find there will disgust me to death
And it also tires me sometimes
#confessional
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Poetry
People reading my poetry
Like how did you end up here girl
With all your ways and manners
And what you will see in here
View at your own discretion
Like how did you end up here girl
With all your ways and manners
And what you will see in here
View at your own discretion
#confessional
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Therapeutic Mirror
For the first time
Words sworn
never to be spoken
S
p
i
l
l
from desperate lips
What loss is there
Compared
to freedom
of hope
L i s t e n i n g
intently
As thoughts
t
u
m
b
l
...
Words sworn
never to be spoken
S
p
i
l
l
from desperate lips
What loss is there
Compared
to freedom
of hope
L i s t e n i n g
intently
As thoughts
t
u
m
b
l
...
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#SelfDiscovery
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courage in the light
we have no
shadows to
fear, except
for our own
shadows to
fear, except
for our own
#confessional
#SelfWorth
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Because chopping boards sound like
destruction
in a different skirt
like taut wires
on old pianos
hammering out
their dust
their ache
tools
and nails
and fistfuls
of earthy
silence
that blunt blue button
that wiped out the air
like umbilicals
butchered fresh
from the womb
like police cars
and terror
like your bomb
I have not allowed
to bloom
in a different skirt
like taut wires
on old pianos
hammering out
their dust
their ache
tools
and nails
and fistfuls
of earthy
silence
that blunt blue button
that wiped out the air
like umbilicals
butchered fresh
from the womb
like police cars
and terror
like your bomb
I have not allowed
to bloom
#confessional
#StreamOfConsciousness
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